R.M. Dolin, 2015
Aroma of Memories
Memories, like an angel’s share,
can’t be touched
but they are both real
still the same.
As is quiet darkness
and all those things
that should have been.
Love is a cradled burst of
brilliance followed by
gravity sending sadness
into the cosmos.
Moments ago he felt her breath
the very first time
all over again.
Even now his skin holds
traces of her touch.
A lifetime. . .an instant.
Aromas and regrets
escaping measures of
time and context.
Background poem from the “What Is To Be Done,” trilogy. Jake watches the moon-rise while drinking bourbon and retracing all the ways Emelia is still with him even after all this time.
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