perfume

I have worn you,
From narrow dark corridors to open-spaced gardens,
Through the sea breeze when it first came to me,
In a box with a letter beneath.

Do memories of you still persist,
even this scent has long been replaced?
Can our songs still be evoked,
At the faintest whiff of your love?

I am diffused into a million other elements,
Unremittingly plain by nature, I need no reminding,
Every time I choose an ice cream, order a drink,
Or brush the brink of solitude.

Like the perfume, I exist – but no longer belong,
To neither anyone , nor anywhere,
I shall pervade the stillness of the air,
And into quietude I vanish
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Also inside Senorita’s Vol.4