The Midnight Abyss

Eulogy.

  I miss that fragrance of you sometimes,

a whiff of it in the air I breathe, catches me unaware. 

I wish I could bottle it up and keep it somewhere safe,

maybe in the box full of our forgotten memories where

it could breathe life into those dead Polaroids of emotions. 

Its neither an expensive whiff of the cliched perfumes, 

nor the flowery scent of those roses in bloom;

Its you. Just you.

Its been a long time since you left,

but the scent of you keeps me wondering

if you are still around. 

Its everywhere,

in the ghosts of your memories, 

lingering in those haunted hallways of the past,

mingled in those now-forgotten stolen kisses, 

lost in the curtains of the windows of our non-existent future 

and the unforgettable past. 

You have been long gone now

andeach time I uncap the pen of reminiscence,

I hope that everything I write about you, 

doesn't end up being an eulogy,

just like the one I wrote for your tombstone.