Your Favourite Perfume

YOUR FAVOURITE PERFUME I thought the yearning had ended And I’d finally moved on. The memories had faded, In the months since you had gone. Those dreams had been less frequent, That disturbed my sleep at night. Your photograph was in a drawer, Kept safely out of sight. But today, in the department store, I was back there under your spell, As I passed the perfume counter And caught a whiff of Chanel. I turned, expecting to see you there, With your mass of golden hair, Smiling the way you used to. But, of course, there was no-one there. I thought the yearning had ended And I’d worked through all the pain. But one whiff of your favourite perfume Has brought it all back again. 17th July 2022 Rhyme Rumi Quote poetry contest Sponsor - Sotto Poet