Your perfume lingers

in the far reaches

of my adolescent mind

and ever so often

your memory is refreshed

by a sudden whiff

from a passerby

and in that instant

I am back at my desk

scribbling my tiny words

as I furiously translate

only to find out

that their love burned

just hot enough to destroy

as she fell upon

the very sword he gave

to her.

© Autumn Siders 2011

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