It's funny how we relate certain smells to certain things
like how when I smell suncream
I smell summer
I smell days at the lake with school friends
I smell drunk, early morning conversations on rooftops
I smell sun and sea

Perhaps, that is why Martha will stop
at the perfume shop when we pass by it
always searching the second aisle from the back
bottom right, sometimes, bottom left
to see if they still sell it

She'll walk out smiling, stinking of Cinnabar
Blushing
I'll catch her nose in her sleeve later on
walking home
in the park
at the bus stop
I'll wonder what she's really smelling
Who she's seeing
Even when it's scent has faded and can't be made out any longer