The Scent of Water

The scent of water steamed off your skin -I felt boyish, vulnerable; you peeked through a wisp of hair and beckoned, then all of the stars shot and scrambled. You blurred in their midst - smiling. I was your madras clad marionette all wrapped in tangled strings. How could I forget! Here on the same shore, the salty scent -memories of years that have flown but not gone; emotions so wisely spent on a promise to carry on. As your ashes fly to the briny air remember the promise you made when you left me here...