It’s not with incessant frequency
that her fragrance fills my senses.
In truth, sometimes many months may pass,
during which the vicissitudes of this corporeal form
call into question the value of such receptors.
Memory quickly fades.
But then, when it is least expected,
she trickles back into my consciousness.
Making all other highs feel like
In spite of it all, and
yet because of it all
I am found wanting.