Remembered Scent
Car ignition
The motor and
a smell
long, long
forgotten
returned.
A long forgotten
scent
of him,
one loved deeply.
The same smell.
And we
remember.
The nose knows
and remembers.
Simon C.J. Falk 6 January 2020
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There's a new sun burning, and soft fruits ripening, my precious grizzled tresses tumbling, Dylan's humming 'The times they are a changing', these parting verses are mere shadows merging ...
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Scents are powerful memory jogs.
Yes they are.
Scents may be even more powerful than we realize. When my first boyfriend from high school found me again after 39 years, I couldn’t get enough of the scent of his skin. My nose would linger on his neck or wrist and I would inhale deeply. It was intoxicating. Yet on a conscious level his scent was very mild. I figured my sense of smell had imprinted on him at the impressionable age of 16. It’s a good thing he turned out to be a wonderful person, because I finally married him a few years ago.