Scents...

She sat in front of me on the bus this morning. Lingered about her was a scent. It was one that I was all too familiar with, but also a total stranger to.

Science has proven through research that certain scents have the power to bring back memories from days of yore, memories we'd least expect to remember and memories...I buried a long time ago.

This girl, I did not know her and she likewise, but there was something about the perfume she wore and...it reminded me of...her.

Tell me, is this your way of telling me that you are still here? Is this your way of letting me know that you've never given up on me and that you are watching over me?

Question upon question flooded my mind; questions to which no answers came.

Tell me, please, if you are indeed still around here somewhere...what am I to do? I can't just move on and let go of our past. I feel so...hopeless...so useless.

Sometimes, when I think back to all the happy moments we shared, it almost always seem to assuage my grief.

But I guess, in the end, that was God's way of making me pay for my ways. For not cherishing you enough.

And when I think of you now, I can't help but wonder if you still remember me or if I can still call you mine...I guess we'll never know

Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on auld long syne.

Be Well...

Rain stains, snowy windowpanes.
Rats roaming about alleys and drains.
Footsteps drifting down a lane.
Muffled by heavy rain.

As I sit and stare.
Looking blankly at emptiness.
Surrounding me is an air.
An air of loneliness.

Reminiscing of fond memories.
Of how we used to be.
Of how we had no worries.
But now, it's just me.

Sitting alone, in darkness.
In despair.
The night feels endless.
Breathing in the cold air.

Anguished and distant.
Ireful and cavalier.
How appearances change in an instant.
A cuirassier may just appear scragglier.

The clock is ticking.
Counting my final hour.
I shall be leaving.
And remembering our past amour.

Where we go from here.
Nobody can tell.
But I shall wish for you, my dear.
Be well...