Transference
He owns
an inimitable scent
that settles
in my skin
and hair.
Sometimes
I carry it
with me, surreptitiously
returning to his
remains throughout
the day.
Other times
I rinse him
down the drain
in a desperate
appeal for
self preservation.
Today, I
am somewhere
in between;
one essence
and distillation.
(In rememberance of where we were this time last year. I miss him so.)
an inimitable scent
that settles
in my skin
and hair.
Sometimes
I carry it
with me, surreptitiously
returning to his
remains throughout
the day.
Other times
I rinse him
down the drain
in a desperate
appeal for
self preservation.
Today, I
am somewhere
in between;
one essence
and distillation.
(In rememberance of where we were this time last year. I miss him so.)