A petal
Dry, grey, shrivelled
But behold, in the middle,
A hazy pink
Memory of a beauty that was.
Long, winding road
All around a lazy blur
Ordinary everydayness
Then, a whiff in the air
A scent from the past
And scenes come rushing back
Clear. Haunting.
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