A Not So Distant Memory Poem by George Aul

I sit in a darkened room,
on a damp, dreary day,
thinking about a certain someone,
about a certain perfume,
both aroused my senses,
both aroused my needs.

She was a beautiful young woman of grace,
and I, a headstrong young man,
our eyes met,
my heart began to race,
this young maiden-
I just knew that it had to be.

That was many years ago,
our love-my loss,
my heart was ripped in two,
her memory haunts me so,
that certain someone,
that certain perfume.