Olfactory Nostalgia
The olfactory induced nostalgia of our first days
My lips on your shoulders
The pivot point to the crook of your neck
My head rests and waits for your arms
I wait
There’s a relief but only the scent is the same
There’s an ache from the loose embrace
I’m sorry
Thought and stopped being said a long time ago
Where is the grip we both had on our first days?
I wait