The strange bridge

April 14, 2011 § Leave a comment

“I was drown in a sea of feelings
when I smelt your parfum from that stranger.
A flame climbing through my senses
directly ignited from my stomach.
She was stranger, yet familiar to my memories.
I could remember you, embracing me
holding me chest to chest
our heartbeats synchronized
by the conductor of your eyes.

A draught came into our wagon
when the doors opened.

And suddenly you were again unfamiliar.
Your parting scent,
was like an instant Alzehimer.

We were again uncommon people,
bridged to a beloved special
by this rare aroma
you wore that day.”

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