I smelled it first early in the morning,
Just waking up
Filling my nostrils
The smell of strawberries...
Fresh, just beyond, unmistakable,
Then again around noon on my hands...
Brushed my hair back and once again
Strawberries
Filled the room...
No lotions
Candles
Or even the fruit was around
And I remembered someone
I loved once
Oh how she loved her strawberries
‘It’ll always remind me of you...’
.
10 at night
Message came in from my sister
‘Did you hear about...’
‘I’m so sorry...’
That someone who loved her strawberries
Was gone
The night before had taken her
.
Guess she wanted to be around me one last time...