Your ghost of a scent

The cupboard remains bare
But your scent is soaked into its wall
Throw the doors open and out you come
Befuddled, I was struck

What are you trying to tell me?

I filled the cupboard with timid care
For this scent is clearly your siren call
But I am not numb
Your scented love hits me like a truck

What are you trying to tell me?

Before, I had asked if you would dare
Dare to send me a message after your fall
You believed you would indeed hum
And so it is my luck

What are you trying to tell me?

You are now bare
Your ashes remain within its circular wall
Your scent escaped and has come
Your love, from beyond, has struck

You are with me

In all my senses and theories
I am filled by the scented bare cupboard’s pond
That pulls you out of my memories
to the here and now and beyond