The aching scent of a memory
A final gift he had for me.
Through the threads of my favorite gown
smell the final time his arms wrapped round.
The moonlight peeked through the window glass
as I held my love, I thought, my last.
Sleeping safely, my head on his chest
tangled perfectly, we did rest.
Now time nor soap can wash away
the thing I half hope is here to stay-
After all the words he promised to me
I have only this scent of a memory.