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, connected threads again severed.
The scent but teases, almost makes you remember.
Of events long since past, of the life you once had.
That is all that it is.
It cannot be recaptured,
No matter how hard you try.
It cannot. Be. Remembered.