Seven moments you come to me. Your scent on the wind. Your breath on my cheek. Cherries and smoke. Seven moments I freeze, paralyzed with grief. Your touch torments me, lingering against my skin. Seven moments I choke down the loss of you, refusing to accept your lost years.
Arden Ruth 
I love the imagery and emotion in this- but the ‘seven moments’ phrase repeated throws it off for me. The depth of feeling seems to encompass much more than seven moments.
This was lovely. You really captured the way we miss people in those fleeting moments.
“Cherries and smoke” – that detail did it for me. The way we remember people through our senses. Wonderful.
Same. That was the sharp intake of breath for me too. It’s such a perfect capture of the intertwinedness (that’s a word now, okay) of senses and memories.