Fragrance Is Always a Memory
Poem
Fragrance is always a memory,
A whisper of the past
Carried on the breeze,
Lingering in the quiet spaces
Where time stands still.
The scent of blooming jasmine,
Heavy in the night air,
Takes me back to that summer,
When laughter was endless
And the stars watched over us
With knowing eyes.
Lavender fields,
Stretching beyond the horizon,
A sea of purple dreams,
Remind me of the days
When peace was a touch away,
And the world was soft
Beneath our feet.
The aroma of fresh-baked bread,
Warm and inviting,
Calls forth the mornings
In a sunlit kitchen,
Where love was kneaded
Into every loaf,
And comfort was found
In simple, shared moments.
Fragrance is always a memory,
A time machine
To moments lost but not forgotten,
To embraces that still linger
In the corners of our minds,
To love that still breathes
In the scent of a rose,
In the aroma of rain-soaked earth.
Pine and cedar,
The forest’s breath,
Bring back the hikes
Through whispered woods,
Where each step
Was a promise of adventure,
And the scent of pine needles
Was the perfume of possibility.
Perfume bottles,
Gathering dust on a shelf,
Hold stories within their glass,
Of nights spent dancing
Under a silver moon,
Of first kisses and last goodbyes,
Of moments captured
In a fleeting essence.
Fragrance is always a memory,
A bridge to the past,
A key to the heart’s hidden chambers,
Where we find ourselves
Once more,
In the scents that linger,
In the memories they carry,
In the love they evoke.
