A Street Moment
A low hum ensnared me in the street at dusk. It grew louder at every bar entrance I passed, emerging from dozens of quiet men sitting by a counter alone. It floated on the ascending fumes of drink, released through the cracks of weary hearts. It sounded something like this:
One day you will walk down the street and my scent will carry through the air,
Pleasant and gentle, tickling at the heart.
You will turn to meet my eyes, and I will not be there
Just a vague whiff of fading scent
And a memory,
Pleasant and gentle,
Of the man you gave up on.