Your smell, sight and sound

Ginger you linger
in the scent
that soaks the air
and permeates the pillows where
nestle two slender strands of your silky hair

Ginger you linger
in the image
faint foggy dimmer
hovering and floating in the mirror
long after you stood regarding your reflection fair

Ginger you linger
in the echoes
fading but clear
of tiny little laughlets asunder
eons after you dropped them gingerly here