I love that your room still smells of you,
as the attic did of that summer 

I can't quite discern what it is,
whether your hair, a lotion, or simply you,
it pervades the air on these warmer days,
though it's been years

I close my eyes and ride the time,
tide will take me back again, 
the well-worn aroma helps me
push to birth your memory

Once born,
I shall never
open my eyes

cc: Chagall 2022