Sent On the Wind

I was here, in this bedroom with my window open, in this apartment on the second floor when it happened. I was reading the new book I bought at the bookstore just the day before, Coraline, a dark fairy tale of sorts. Armin Van Buuren’s “A State of Trance” radio show was playing as well, the trance music pumping out of my laptop as it sat on my futon.”Take me away” was the lyric that caught my attention, from the song of the same name by 4 Strings, which I was familiar with. I paused in my reading, page 87 at the bottom of the page where it said: “And then she slept.” I’m not sure what it was, but somehow these things were connecting in my mind. I wasn’t sure then what it was, but what I was sure of, was that it was something familiar.

I shrugged it off, and continued to read and listen to the music. No sooner had I turned the page though, did I find myself caught off guard. My book dropped to the floor, I quickly paused the music, and began to smell the air. And it was you. It was your scent, your smell. No mistake, this scent I once knew so well. All those nights we spent wrapped in each others arms. All those times you’d kiss me and whisper your love to me. All the times we’d spend together over that summer laying on the grass and looking up at the stars. You were there, and with you that glorious scent that’s become a permanent part of my memory. Yes, this deep, passionate smell…it’s you. It’s you.

For a moment I let my senses get the best of me, and I ran through the living room and out onto the balcony. And I looked down to the parking spaces, but they were all empty. It was just me, no one else. I was expecting to see you, heralded by your exquisite scent…but you’re not here. I don’t know what I was thinking…I mean, how could you be?

I sat down on one of the green chairs on the balcony, taking deep breaths and just smelling. Your scent was here, but just barely…I tried to savour it while I could, to keep it fresh in my mind, to engrave it deeper…but then it was gone. A breeze sweeps by, and you precious scent…it fades off into the cloudless sky. Back to you I suppose…I wonder if you sent it to me? Haha… it would be comforting to think that. After almost 3 years of no longer being in this world, I still think about you. And I know you’d think about me too, if you could. But still..

Thank you for the memories…and that lovely smell.

 

~ by Silence on March 23, 2008.