I remember a day
in late November
when the four of us went
back to your house

"We'll watch a film"
Adam declared
you were sitting on the couch
taking off your boots

Beth sat on your right
and I sat on your left
I was close enough to you that
I could just make out the smell of
the washing detergent
your mother used
on your shirt collar

I couldn't concentrate on
anything other than the
warmth of your arm and the
Lavender & Spring Jasmine
of your clothes