Jasmine – April 26, 2019

I don’t remember when her scent changed from jasmine to hospital musk.

She brought it home with her,

And gently dressed in it.

Until the end of time.

The lines are blurred.

There must have been a moment,

I do not recount.

Erased by the tick of the second hand,

Another setting sun.

The silence allows me to remember well,

That scent.

I will never forget,

It was her last lap

Before the finish line.

I don’t remember when her scent changed from jasmine to hospital musk.

But that smell

Frozen in time.

As she will always remain,

No days after

Will come to my door.

She won’t ever know me, nor I her.

The pot has been stirred.

My choice is simple

Complete the dinner and clean up my mess,

or walk away and don’t ever look back.

I will never remember

When her scent changed.

6 thoughts on “Jasmine – April 26, 2019

    1. Thank you, me too. I’m definitely working in that direction. I hope your journey with your mother brings you many memories to cherish ❤️ in the now and forever. Thank you for following me as well 😊.

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