Love\'s Odour.
She stirs in her widowed sleep,
emits a low moan
and turns.
His pillow she keeps in her bed
to feel his hollow
and grieves.
She sighs and recalls his kiss,
soaks up love\'s odour
and weeps.
No ocean of longing erases
the scent she knows best
and misses.
Loneliness seems less
cold when
hugging close a love
remembered.