AFTERGLOW

A week since.

The memory of the smile reappears
into the foreground.

The kohl-rimmed eyes, that hair let loose,
they come back.

The mind reminisces in slow-mo.

Pauses. Replays moments.

Then stills in time.

The faint lavender scented perfume lingers.

The fingers retrace
the brief moment of light touch.

The laughter is heard once more.

A frisson of anticipation
of the next time passes through.

Happiness pervades.

And the spirits lift again.

 

 

Inspired by one of my favourite songs, rendered with an Indian fusion twist…