There is never a moment that I cease to breathe you.
You smell like pine, a forest full of nature's wonders.
I smell asphalt, a thousand roads traveled together.
My nose picks up musty, brittle letters between the two of us.
Pieces of leaves and grass pressed, from thickets around footprints.
I travel through many worlds because of my nose.
It leads me, guides me, and at times, controls me.
I let go slowly, as I return all of our memories back to the small keepsake, and I close the sock drawer.
Playing around with smells.
I have difficulty with senses in my writing,
And I notice when I go back to read I feel a 'distance' from my words and the narrator that I can't figure out.... Working on it.....