Seven
Hit with a scent memory, cascading whiffs of cigarette smoke mingling
with Dove soap. Suddenly taken
back, back to early childhood. To Maw Maw’s house. Age seven. And it’s a real
memory. Seen through my eyes
as I saw it then. It’s not a memory reconstructed, where you see yourself
as well as what you remember. The memory is a stone thrown
into your liquid soul, rippling
through your body. The scent of your cologne on your shirt – the last
shirt you wore. And I am taken
back to a hug and a kiss on the cheek. A real
memory through my eyes. Seven
weeks since you died. Seven weeks and two days
since I last saw you. I need one
last hug so that you know
how dearly I loved you, to know you
loved me, still
as the waters of my soul after the stone passes.
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Thank you. I lost my younger brother last year. We were very close — I loved him dearly.