cigar smoke and roses

today was a strange day.
random, surreal,i could almost
taste your unspoken name, on my lips, like a peach,
or a plum, dripping juices down
my toungue.

these thoughts of you were hazy,
in the back of my head,
like just so much
background noise.

it was all static then, like fuzz
on an old broken down old time tv.
until then, when i caught a whiff
of someones cigar.

i was standing in one of
Detroit’s casinos and i smelled
that rare type of smoke,
and it smelled of you.

about a half an hour later,
i smelled the other smell,
which reminds me of my mother,
the strong stench of roses,
like an old women’s perfume.

Although my mother never wore that type
of perfume. She did however love flowers,
and she did grew roses with other things.

strangeness that i forgot,
you always grew roses too,
much more vivid then my mothers,
you had huge rose bushes
they still grow in our yard even now-
almost seven years since you passed away.

it that the smell of memories,
or is that the smell of grief?
or better yet it is the strange smells of comfort,
that i still have not lost either,
one of you,

despite the fact you disappeared,
dark and deep, sweet unto death.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s