Perfume in the Wind

 

Love is a swift and memorable guest,

though kind and handsome

He is perfume in the wind,

Leaves you by the open window,

searching for the scent.

It’s absence made crueler

with the memory it leaves,

And with every breath you are haunted,

Glancing at empty chairs

and cold beds,

And hope like a hungry flame

leaves you whispering on a faltering breath

the hollowed remains of a cherished name.

 

Nesha Usmani

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