Strawberries

The Strawberry incense that

        You burned for me when we made

        Love,

It still lines my nostrils, whenever

        I inhale I can sense your presence

Surrounding me,

When I look through these frozen panes,

        Down that snow-covered lane,

        The chilling wind robbing me of something

        I have kept deep within myself.

No one can take my memories of you.

        I will always be able to smell the

        Strawberries you gave to me.