The scent of stale patchouli stains your memory
as I inspect the photograph of the “you and me”
we thought would be together for a longer time
than that too-short interval tinged with bitter lime.
The shadow of your rising star occasionally lingers.
The keys on my piano bear the ash gray of your fingers.
The circle of your wine spill still tattoos my divan.
I hoard it like an autograph—your long-forgotten fan.
The words I chose from each classification are: divan, piano, bitter lime, ash gray, patchouli, circle, star, photograph
For Sunday Writing Prompt:
Choose a piece of furniture
Choose a color
Cherry Blossom Pink
Choose a scent
Choose a shape
An item carried in the pocket, wallet, or purse
Choose 1 from each category and work it into a story or poem.