eau de memoire
you can't smell a sunset
though the wispy clouds
that frame the waning twilight
feel like a fragrant memory
like ~ leaving the room
and pausing...
one last backward glance
that becomes yesterday
- no eye contact -
just a slight upward curl
at lip's edge...that fades
like the beach rose scent
on the surf's briny whisper..
until, it all becomes one
in the night
~almost like the day
never happened
yet, its essence
will awaken every second
on some tomorrow...
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