Mourning

by nouriguess   May 3, 2019


Every night, her
nostrils search for
the leftovers of a scent
in the t-shirt
he folded in her closet
four years ago.

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  • 5 years ago

    by D.

    I really like this. Quite a lot of longing in so few words. I think you could improve ‘search’ as a verb. It doesn’t sound as desperate as it could, or arguably should. :)

    • 5 years ago

      by Ben Pickard

      "pine"?

      I, too, love this.

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