a lingering scent seemed to be reluctant
to leave the space once occupied
by breaths and gasps and kisses

every breath pregnant with mementos
greedily inhaled into the lungs
struggling to stay within cobwebbed

layers of fragrance brought back nights
when the moon was still willing
to listen to all kinds of nonsense

so the morning rain was a blessing
for it filled the air with petrichor
and the day seemed to slow down
(though a tiny bit)


written for a to z challenge. my theme: “senses”

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