Salt sweat from the neck of someone
I loved too hard.
Spiced cigarettes, lust and
the slow summer
we forever made
before our last goodbye.
Gasoline on denim
the aftertaste of rebellion.
When we rode fast into
nowhere laughing like
gods who forgot they
could die.
Lilac after rain.
The perfume of forgiveness
a soft, clean lace
rising with my body like
a memory turned gentle.
The slow rot of goodbye.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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