15 APR 2017 AT 1:36

Falling Skies

In my duffel
I have carried the
lavender air-freshener.
Its whiff, I remember,
you loved in our room -
hanging,
textured with light,
where we snuggled
close in a sheet,
and watched
your relaxed eyes
close, sedated by
the perfumed air.

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- Sobhan