A Sense of Smell

It was the smell that caught my attention first, that wet Saturday afternoon. I’d caught her out by arriving early and she was still drying her hair.

The sweet-shop smell of her shampoo still fresh in her warm hair as she came to the door.

Over the years, I’ve rarely experienced that delicate bouquet, and when I have, a vision of her, half-dressed in her bedroom when we were together.

And I smile inside a smile I secretly hold dear within me, all these years later.

And then, I chose to end it all, after all we went through.