Missed Connections in New Hampshire
Your Scent Fades
Your Scent Fades
Morning calls
and I fight to sleep,
There in the night I get to keep.
As I rouse with my eyes still closed,
knowing its just you I get to hold.
But as it wanes on
and open they must,
my nightly dreams fades to rust.
Because you’re gone
have been for so long.
And with each new suns afterglow,
your sent fades more
from my pillow.
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Her Two Cents on Your Scent Fades
This is the first poem to come from the New Hampshire MC, which I’ve only recently started following. While this one is written in a pretty simple rhyme, the subject of memories and their associated scents is one many of us can relate to. When the people the thoughts are about are no longer a part of our days, they come to occupy our dream life.
Gentle Readers: Scents are known for their ability to dredge up memories from the distant (and not so distant) past. The smell of a certain flower, food, or substance can immediately transport us to another time or place. What sort of aroma does this to you? What does it make you think of?
