Ètonnement, Persistance Et Sillage Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

'Hmmm! What is this? '
Before I heard or saw
I caught the subtle scent
you wore that day.
I noticed it
the night I said, 'Please stay.'
You stayed.
Each day
you filled my heart with awe.
I've heard the sense of smell
is quickly bored.
But sometimes,
with the best,
a fragrance floats through time
as well as space,
like music notes,
first fruit,
then flower, wood
to make a chord.
Now you are just a tale
I tell about myself
to those
who never noticed you.
I keep your unwashed sweaters
to renew what pictures lack,
when I'm in doubt.
I'm told
I ought to strive
to ease this ache.
Instead
I seek to linger in your wake.