[The undertow invisible of loss ]

The undertow invisible of loss –
that note – like moss or moist bark –
to hold aloft a fragrance
as might some Atlas.
Something in the air
that used to be there
when we were together
& where it was, now only
a growing scentless gloom.
I cannot find my way at all
since life lost that perfume.

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