dverse
it lives in the
back of the drawer
now
i saturated myself
with it
in the time of joy
now passed
the time
of dazzling white and gold
the time
of endless possibilities
the time
that was going to be my time
at long last
why don't you write our story
he said
the penny dropped with a thud
there was no story
ouch.
ReplyDeletenot sure i know what this one smells like.
some stories petter out.
Hmmm.....lots of objects find themselves in the back of a drawer...not to be used again..
ReplyDeleteThe ending of this is sad. The story that never was. But somehow there's a memory there.
ReplyDeleteOh...some leftover Joy perfume...and no longer a need/time to wear it...can relate. Hmm...seems he doesn't have a clue...
ReplyDeleteOh, sad. But sweetly written.
ReplyDeleteThis one feels shrouded in mystery.I do want to know more. Write the story.
ReplyDeleteSome things... better kept deep in the drawers..
ReplyDeleteHow sad on the ending ~ ouch but well written ~
ReplyDeleteScent is a powerful memory trigger. Some are best kept well hidden and capped. Your poem is a poignant piece.
ReplyDeleteI've heard of dropping a dime before, but not a penny... ~
ReplyDeletethis blog is a gold mine of information...you're welcome.
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