Our Odour

Courtesy: LoadPaper
Courtesy: LoadPaper

The moment when you smell
the perfect fragrance in a crowd
(the one you wanted to wear for years).
Such was the moment I met you.
‘Am I nothing but an odour to you?’
What’s left of us but odour?
That lasts as long as the memory of it.
What was left of me for you
when I left was odour on clothes.
And what was left of you for me
when you left was your odour on the pillow


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