A Touch of Old Spice

Form: Free Verse

I remember that last time
so clearly it could be yesterday
and not the closing days of a millennium
when we were downing too many sodas
infused with generous shots
of whiskey
and as we hugged good-bye
in the airport lounge
to the disapproving glances
of passers-by
still we didn’t care
it was just you and me
and one of our brief encounters
a lost moment in time
infused with the scent of stale whiskey
and Old Spice
I wonder now
knowing how much you loved that scent
how did I not know
we shared the same secret

©JG Farmer 2019

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