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.