There are certain scents we never forget,
no matter how much time has passed.
The scent on someone’s shoulder,
the aroma of morning coffee in a quiet room,
the sun-warmed fabric of an old blanket,
and the fragrance of rain on the hair
of someone we once loved.
I still remember your scent —
warm, gentle,
a trace of wood and something only yours.
Each time I catch it again by chance,
my heart trembles a little,
as if the past has just walked by.
Scent is invisible,
yet it holds memories
longer than photographs,
and carries longing
stronger than words ever could.
Now, I no longer search for it.
But sometimes, in a crowded place,
when a familiar scent drifts past,
I smile —
because some things
are meant to be kept
only through their scent. ✨
