Aromatic Memory

what was it in their hair that enveloped the heart, what was it that they must have doused themselves in that seared a scar on the inside of the mind, like some tribal tattoo, like some stabbing blade diving down with all the purpose in the world--- a blade shaped triangular, so as to leave a hole that never heals? what hold this olfactory memory has on us, when two decades later, walking innocently in a store, that same scent s/he wore invades our lives, flipping us upside down, tearing us all up inside again & leaving us shaking in the corner with hopes that it will leave us alone, at least for a few years.