Uncommon Good Scents
although I can
no longer smell it on you,
I know it must
still be there, because it
always lingers so ..
like early morning spring
mist, lingers ..
suspended like the scent
of so many
wild flowers, in the quiet
stillness of
fresh still, moistened air ..
and though I can
no longer taste you either ..
I know you
must be somewhere near ..
because I sense
your presence everywhere ..
the way I did,
when you were always here ..