His Scent
I still catch his fragrance in
memory\'s breeze
Drifting lonely thru dreams
each breath it teases.
I breathe in his odour evoked
by deep yearning.
It wakes hopes I still keep
that he may return.
Slowly scent spreads itself in
breaks of each dawn.
Great moments of essence
which both knew before
A few months back his aroma
perfumed all my now
Yet common sense knows I
will move on somehow.