April 1, 2018

Olfactory Nostalgia

The olfactory induced nostalgia of our first days
My lips on your shoulders
The pivot point to the crook of your neck
My head rests and waits for your arms

I wait

There’s a relief but only the scent is the same
There’s an ache from the loose embrace

I’m sorry

Thought and stopped being said a long time ago

Where is the grip we both had on our first days?

I wait

Vers Libre


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