the scent of lilies and lemon
lingered in the air
and on my skin.
After she left-
I was quiet, still,
so that the shadow
of her scent
would stay
the morning breeze
swooped through the curtains
forcefully
and the smell,
and the light
of the rising sun
faded her citrus
blossom remainders
I cuddled closer
to the pillow she used,
I smelled my own
cheek to see if she
was still there
If she arrives again,
I'll set out
empty jars to capture
her aroma
she is the air
and I her breathless vessel
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