Your December Scent

By lupus tenebrae

I thought your scent had gone for good,
romanced the air, from where I stood
and tasted freedom in the rain;
kissing on December's snowfall,
watching trees and starlight snowball
in the tears you couldn't feign,
singing in your lost acoustics
in a way that seemed authentic,
sending Luna her dream to wane.

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Published on Friday, September 28, 2012. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Funny, how the scents of those you love linger long after they've left. Written in nove otto.

Comments on "Your December Scent"

On Friday, August 16, 2013, Lux (280) wrote:

I adored this. The scent part in particular. Rarely is it our noses catch the scent of something gone long and can remember the instances in which we embraced it. The memory is blithely beautiful, encrypted with emotions.
On Friday, September 28, 2012, ApathysKiss (377) wrote:

beautiful - very reminiscent, felt w/ all senses. -=*AK*=-
A former member wrote: truly a mesmerizing piece..loved it man.. thanks for sharing yet another style of poetry.. :) tc :D