Reminiscence
By Veera Jogi
Perfectly still, rests a vial of your essence,
As you spray the mist,
I recall your reminiscence,
Sulking, on all the moments we missed.
The intoxicating odour,
In the memory of which I vent,
Your absence that made my heart grow fonder,
Is now just a broken bottle of your scent.
By Veera Jogi

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