Poetry · Writing

lavender

it’s what home smells like

the aroma carries my clothes in my place

like a soft hand across my cheek

floating-

a memory shaped in a circle

never-ending

a reminder that you were here,

but when the scent fades

i crave you

a little taste to carry me for the week and the next

to be closer to home

found on the tip of your lips

the palm of your hands around my waist

leaving your lavender imprint on my chest

burning deep enough

so home is always with me

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