He held her,

Smelled the purfume

She’d fingered behind her ears

Like fresh mint.

She held him,

Smelled the cleanliness

Of laundry, straight out the dryer,

On his collar.

He loved her.

Smelled the sour milk

Of her dampened shirt

Kissed by baby’s lips.

She loved him.

Smelled the dirt

Of his warm skin.

Kissed his calloused hands.

He left her,

Smelled her lavender shampoo,

In the early morning,

As he said goodbye.

She lost him.

Smelled his stiff uniform

Until his scent faded.


She held herself together

In his flag.

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