tonight when I was falling asleep
lying on my hair
the smell
familiar
I thought about it for some time
realized it smelled
just like
my brother's
hair
when I bent down to kiss
him goodbye
while he
lying
in his
casket
slept
peacefully

This morning when I awoke
stretching yawning
lying on my pillow
the smell
familiar
I thought about it
but only for
a moment
realized it smelled
just like
my lover's
hair
when he bent down to kiss
me goodbye
while I
lying
in my bed
slept
fitfully

01/18/2007

Author's Note: "When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scatteredˇ the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like soulsˇ bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory" -Marcel Proust "The Remembrance of Things Past"

Posted on 01/19/2007
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