Love Echoes
A tender short poem about love, absence and the persistence of memory, where the lingering scent of a loved one’s scarf becomes a powerful reminder of intimacy, longing and the hope of meeting again.
when you were here,
there was always a sweet
musky scent exuding
from the red or yellow roses
ever present in the living room
on the wicker coffee table.
when you were gone,
the only thing I can smell
is the fragrance of your
green silk shamrock scarf
i wear around my neck
at bedtime.
i’ve washed it several times,
but it still smells of you,
as i toss and turn in the current
river of sweat i wake up –
widen my eyes and wonder,
how we will meet again.
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