Whiff Of The Past
A whiff of a memory, a whiff of the past,
Of things long forgotten, of things you once had.
It leans in close, until you can almost remember.
But then it skips away, almost connected threads.
The scent but teases, almost makes you remember.
Of events long since past, of the good times you once had.
That is all that it is.
It cannot be recaptured,
No matter how hard you try.