Revived with every spritz,

The abundance of fragrance fills the air,

Under the aroma lies a sense of serenity,

A sense of belonging.

The aroma lingers,

Delving into the memories attached,

To such vehement obscure recollection,

Of the days that were,

A purpose.

Deluged and immersed,

In the waterfall of events,

The downpour resonates in that,

One perfume,

A motivation.

Searching for the moment,

When we fell back,

Where the sun digested itself,

And the moon said goodbye,

Where the smell of that scent departed from me,

An abomination.

All that was tied to that fragrance,

Vanished.

My mother’s embrace as a child,

Her loving touch and aura all touched by the same perfume,

Zigzagged out the door,

A change.

Rapidly, I began to realize,

Reconstruction is adaptable,

Changing a scent to fit the impending,

Only creates room for more to come,

Old experiences convert into new,

More memories shall be made with our new perfume,

Worn by the same two,

Loved by the same few,

A time of growth.