Lilac Memorized
No lilacs grow where now I live,
yet I smell them still.
Like salty air, if you grew by the sea,
the scent of lilac is sewn in my soul.
Just thinking
my nose to the blossoms –
it thickens thin air
and swirls the perfume present.
Drawing in the deepest draught,
I cradle myself in love.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
Oh, I needed that poem. Thank you for continuing to write
and buoy(girl) me up.