olfactory

I love the smell of old books,
New shoes,
lavender in the air;
coconut-scented shampoo, a reminder
Of crashing waves on santa teresa's sands.

I crave the smell of sweet baked bread,
fresh from the oven, cinnamon, sugar, and jam;
grapefruit juice, rosemary, and ginger on ice,
on a hot summer day, a hat, book at hand.

I have forgot the smell of you,
Of fresh laundry, cigar and sweat;
the sound of music, drum beats, reverberating
in an empty space.

I smell the smell, of love found,
love lost, lovers' lust;
forever filled, I am,
with this friendship thine.

what I want

This isn't what I want, but I will take the high road;
Maybe it's because I look at everything as a lesson,
or because I don't want to walk around angry.

Or maybe because I finally understand -

There are things we don't want to happen but have to accept,
Things we don't want to know but have to learn,
And people we can't live without but have to let go.