There that remnant of scent
yet to be washed away –
as I
conduct my Sunday it rises –
a short lift –
a half-life gift as
my weekend resets to usual
ways of brief monologues &
what-ifs –
‘un-replied’ word
there for a while
[but it may
also fade under time’s drag
‘cross my recall] –
residuum
to be worn –
recall into dust