Wednesday, November 11, 2015

A scent

What is me, of you

You're in my hair
All of it brings me back

And though the wind carries your scent away
It will chase and hold the memories
Every dance my feet move me

Shakes more of you out

But as you go
I smell what is me of you becoming the sky
And feel nothing but what is

Somewhere in time
Your space moving inside of mine