Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Scent will fade
Today is that day, it is like their lives just slipped away without either of them noticing the small thing. He still remembers her move across the room in her sweet way, her scent still lingers in the house. He sits on the bed and wait for her to enter. His reality knows she won't ever come back. He never told her she smells like gorgeous Lavender, he never told her that her skin had its own sweet smell. He would give anything to feel the silky smooth of her face under his palms again. The smould of her back as he pulls her close. He never said, she was his world.
The doorbell rings, he knows who it is. He takes his black jacket off the Lilly green bed spread. It's her colour her presence that he still feels here. He walks trough the house, every painting every speck of life is hers. Her scent still lies in the colours of all her favorite art. He opens the door mom and dad walks in, mom's eyes still filled with tears swollen and pink. He has no word to outer nothing to say, no words would validate what he feels anyway. They sit on the fluffy couches, that she picked out in excitement. He still remembers how the little lines around her eyes wrinkled up as she giggled in pleasure. That afternoon was spent moving the furniture so that her couches got the perfect exposure, the perfect light. She still gave a little hop when everything was perfect. They then made love on the fluffy couch and he explored her perfection one last time.
Mom and Dad reminds him that it is time to go, one more minute in her soul, one more minute in her splendour. God, why did I not tell her Monday morning she is my world. I was more captured by the Daily newspaper.
She kissed me on my cheek, he lips soft and damp. Monday she walked out of his life, and now it is as if she was never here. Walk to the door and take one deep breath her scent will fade, and this will be the last he smells her here.
Father holds him by the elbow as they walk into the church, lavender all around. She would have loved it, the scent the colour the beauty. It shows her soul, it shows her perfection. The preachers start, all I can do is sit and cry.
She is gone and I will never touch her again.