Much time has elapsed since then,
Many have come and gone since then,
But hasn’t faded at all the scent of the Sunday
You didn’t come back!
That scent never melted in the air,
But turned into something solid, like camphor, the source of a strong irresistible smell.
Like camphor? Really? But it’s not aromatic nor does it vaporize.
Somebody has actually immortalized that scent.
In the world of my mind, it’s all-pervading,
Occupying even its unexplored depths and heights!
I try often to resist the odor of that day waft through the moments of this day,
But I always fail.
Your absence has changed everything!