A Study In Rubik's And Remoteness

By Amanda Antoinette Rebello

A familiar wiff in passing

Ephemeral pheromonal trace

Stops my wandering thoughts

As an estranged tear creeps

Closer to the reality of

Your absence even though

You were just here.

Like an amenisic memory

Fading before I even breathe

The only confirmation being

A solved Rubik's cube that

Stares back in disbelief

At this lonely predicament

Altering previous perceptions.

As luck would have it

Fidgety fingers tamper with ease

All futile sentimentality.

Doubting whether the apparition

Was conjured or figment

The emptiness feels tangible

While nothing about us does.

By Amanda Antoinette Rebello