31 december - it's weird


It’s weird.

There’s nothing in the air or in my nose
and yet this memory of smell
this memory of you
that brings me back
to moment and to place
when we first met.
You looked into my eyes
and I in yours
and then we kissed
and knew our worlds had changed for good.

This memory of smell
and tears, bittersweet tears.

This memory of you, long gone
beyond the reach of eyes and lips and love.

But then I try and wipe my tears away
and smile in memory
of all the love we shared
and that remains.

It’s weird, this memory of smell
and what it brings.

A trick of mind for sure,
but such a lovely trick ...


<einde december>