breathe

by Mandy Gibson

the first scent came in a crowd,

slipped past in a street crossing,

dragging away with a parent's cautious hand,

waking

spoke of far away.

the second scent, when it came

was dark and brooding, coffee and cigarettes,

weary eyes changing colour

in a new pair of glasses, waiting.

the third in an autumn sunshower,

tiny needles of icy water spinning onto skin from light,

all dark clouds and flowers,

warm hands and rainbow.

the final scent flowed and collided in the joy of reunion,

inhaled between sobs,

remembered from forever ago.

and then the first, again.

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