No guilt.

You are the faint smell 

of liquor

of smoke

of cologne

And you are the bundle of blankets

and cars passing

and city lights through the downtown window.

And that will be forever burned into my brain.

Reviews

[Jack Kennedy]

I like the format and the theme keep it up.

[Emily Feret]

And you are the bundle of blankets

and cars passing


I love these lines. Gosh, I just sense loss. Loss of someone whose presence now resides in little reminders. The way the blankets are crumpled, memories of late night drives in the city. A smell, a taste. Beautiful depiction of loss and what remains.

Beautiful.