it wasn’t you

a whiff

a mere whiff

a stranger

walking by

she wore

your scent

that scent

seared inside

my brain

that one



the memories

alone would

fill a dozen

books of


there are not

enough words

to describe

the beauty

the pleasures

the passion

etched into

the memories

of your scent

but it



October 16, 2013

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