Old Perfume
First published in Gypsophila Art and Literary Magazine, Vol II, Issue II
Even still
Every instant is imbued with the
Essence of you
Like old perfume on
Shirts I peel off my floors
(Because laundry is too boring
To do on my own)
So that
Even a blade of grass
Will take me back
To who we were
That sweltering summer day
Of “Where do you want to eat?”
And “Don’t go just yet, please stay”
I can’t
Visit my favourite haunts now--
The haystacks hint at you
So I resolve to remain
Holed up in this room
Until this world is just that and not
Youyouyou-
Beside me in every long lineup
The source of every sharp quip
Your hand over mine with every
Pancake flip
Even still
by Navi