An aroma of memories.
The gusty scent that invoked me,
reminded me of your cooking in the kitchen.
Your bright smile that evoked me,
took me places and left me smitten.
Over the way your hands used to float over my body,
It made me feel like I was somebody.
But now, here I am; a soulless body,
left in my ungrateful ways; a nobody.
The light that once guided my way,
I switched off and now, here I am walking in the dark,
triggered with memories by aroma, feeling dismay.
Invoked and evoked yet I once larked in park.
How do you get over your own cause,
when the memories that play back do not pause?
The gusty scent that invoked me,
reminded me of your cooking in the kitchen.
Your bright smile that evoked me,
took me places and left me smitten.
Over the way your hands used to float over my body,
It made me feel like I was somebody.
But now, here I am; a soulless body,
left in my ungrateful ways; a nobody.
The light that once guided my way,
I switched off and now, here I am walking in the dark,
triggered with memories by aroma, feeling dismay.
Invoked and evoked yet I once larked in park.
How do you get over your own cause,
when the memories that play back do not pause?
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