Places we laid

When songs don’t touch
those memories.
And scents don’t remind
me of your softness.
What has left my soul,
and journeyed away
still holds time and
place at bay.

I looked that night
for anything that
would bring back those
memories, those
flurries, those gasps.
You were gone.

Your smells,
no longer contained
have left and gone away.

Places we laid in our arms.