Coriander
The recent smell of caffeine
In the empty cup, with her
Teeth marks in the Styrofoam.
Thyme
Crushed with the lemon aside
The stain from her cut is
Nearly gone, yet it never dried.

It's nearly there...
The scent of her skin.
It's nearly there...
As she turns away from me.

P-e-p-Bless you-p-e-r
Spoon against her lips; scolding
Still sneeze on a kiss… sending her away.
Salt
Without the knife parting the layers
While the smell will sting her eyes
Only if she'd wipe the cutting board clean.

It's nearly there...
The scent of her skin
It's nearly there...
As she turns away from me.

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