A fleck of dust caught my eye
skimmed a hand across
the dresser surface
and the sight of a picture
held me in its sway.

I once fell in a heap.
A helpless load of love
until the end
yet still, the empty bottle
carries the scent I so adored.

Dust gone
I resist an urge to remove the lid
and have my fill of the
Heavenly fragrance of
Yves Saint Laurent


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