I took it upon myself today
to smell an
old dress of yours
forgotten in some box.
The smell was still there
but on it's way out.
It was bitter sweet.
I wanted to seal it up somehow.
I wanted to lock it down,
making it mine and only mine.
I closed my eyes and exhaled into it.
The heat from my breath
momentarily bringing us back to life.
Ray Strickland
Aug.08,2010