Sal Volatile

I caught the scent of you
carried on the tongue
of a southerly breeze,
just the slightest taste
of familiarity.

Not enough to say
you were here,
but that you were

somewhere.

I pulled my collar upright, tight
as though to keep you out
but still you came
from skies bruised
by your outburst.

I caught the scent of you,
wished you were gone,
dissolved, more than
a half-eaten memory
on my plate.

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  1. Aptly titled. This is beautifully succint, Maggie. I particularly love:

    “I pulled my collar upright, tight
    as though to keep you out
    but still you came
    from skies bruised
    by your outburst.”

    Fantastic imagery.

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