I smelled her again last night.
by Mark McGinn
It was her unmistakable scent,
The perfume whe never went
Without. The memories flashed brightly
In that one second, and I was caught
Once again in her heavenly veil,
That invisible blanket so very frail,
Yet strong enough to wake me cold. Brought
On by mysterious means, memories like these
Are strong enough to evoke her delicate touch,
Pressing gently against me. I felt so much
In that one moment and then it passed like a breeze
Leaving me only with her fragrant bouquet
Nestled deeply awaiting another day.