Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Scent Lingers


Look in the mirror
There’s nobody to check now
You, me or each other

How can I beat this?
You relied on me each day
But now you have gone

It is the pressure
And the sadness of parting
Unbearable loss

We met in the spring
Wed in that glorious summer
But loss does not end

You still have substance
And you still call out to me
Your scent lingers on

20 comments:

  1. Lovely poem, but somehow very sad.

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  2. This must be very hard to bear.
    I don't think one ever overcomes the death of a beloved spouse.

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  3. How beautiful, I'm happy for you that there is not end, even with loss.

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  4. A wise man once told me that the only way not to lose your loved ones is to not have any loved ones or to go first.

    Life gives no happy options at the end, but it does give us happy memories to treasure.

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  5. Powerful, sad. Like the ending, I hae written several about scent triggering memory, more so than the others senses

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  6. "Your scent lingers on" fills me with sadness. Parting is hard, and memories live on!

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  7. beautiful. sad...but beautiful. I'm a firm believer that no one is truly gone; we carry them in us always.

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  8. Your poem is sad but full of love and remeberence.
    A beautiful tribute.

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  9. Very touching write.

    We met in the spring
    Wed in that glorious summer
    But loss does not end

    ...true feelings indeed.

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  10. Exquisite emotion here. Sadness for what is lost, tempered by memories of what was. Just beautiful!

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  11. Such loss.. irreplaceable..and rightly still present in your life..maybe words are another way of calling people and things back into being..giving them a different kind of substance? Jae

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  12. I cannot decide if the speaker has lost his/her love to death or separation, but either way this poem is powerful and thought-provoking. Something about us lives on after we're gone. Enjoyed this very much!

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  13. a loving aubade, with sweetness
    and love evident.

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  14. Scent is such a powerful connector to memories. And your words held great depth. I can imagine that will be a scent that WILL linger on. Well chosen words to go alone with the senses!

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  15. I read this and thought of my mother after dad died. Now she is gone too but the memories for both linger.

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  16. I think sometimes you pull the words out of my heart. In the closet, where his suits still hang, yes - his scent still lingers.

    Thank you.

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  17. i have experienced a loss where i clung to the few things still carrying his scent. this is sad, yes, but beautiful nonetheless.

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  18. a haunting love poem to one who is gone. Reminds me of a line I saw on a gravestone - not lost. But gone before. *sigh*

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