The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams
I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost
I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds
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Flicker of Thoughts 