It lingers in the air, faint but familiar,
A whisper of a time when your laughter painted the world brighter.
The scent of you—
Not just your cologne,
But the aroma of safety, warmth, and fleeting forever.

It clings to the corners of my mind,
Like a favorite song I no longer dare to play.
I find it in the spaces between words we never said,
In the silence that replaced your voice.

The scent of a memory—
It isn’t just about you.
It’s the echoes of hands once intertwined,
The...