The Scent of Water
The scent of water steamed off your skin
-I felt boyish, vulnerable;
you peeked through a wisp of hair and beckoned,
then all of the stars shot and scrambled.
You blurred in their midst - smiling.
I was your madras clad marionette
all wrapped in tangled strings.
How could I forget!
Here on the same shore, the salty scent
-memories of years that have flown but not gone;
emotions so wisely spent
on a promise to carry on.
As your ashes fly to the briny air
remember the promise you made when you left me here...
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