The perfume always fades

I took it upon myself today
to smell an
old dress of yours
forgotten in some box.

The smell was still there
but on it's way out.

It was bitter sweet.

I wanted to seal it up somehow.

I wanted to lock it down,
making it mine and only mine.

I closed my eyes and exhaled into it.

The heat from my breath
momentarily bringing us back to life.


Ray Strickland

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