Prompt: Your Mother's Perfume
I turn around to face the bed, my head down.
Back to the pillow, but it's not shut-eye I seek.
Memories come back to me. I hear the sounds
Of children sing. You laugh and hold onto me.
Don't let me go. I'm hanging onto your pinky finger
In the middle of the night. You're singing softly.
My nose in the pillow where your flowers linger,
I'm falling asleep to these two senses.
I wake up to a cold, dark cave. I realize
I'm alone with no one to save me from the night.
Don't let me fade into another goodbye.
I turn around to face the sky, my dreams of youth tonight.
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