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.

4 thoughts on “Revenant

  1. 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.

    1. 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.


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