The Aftershave

The aftershave

An object I love

Something that once was

Your smell

A distant memory

In the bedside draw

The aftershave

An object I love

Because you’re not here anymore

It’s an object I forget about

Tucked away in that old draw

I love when I remember

The aftershave

The object I love

It hurts when I smell it now

You used to put too much on

But I would do anything

To have that smell drift past once more

The aftershave

It’s more than an object

It is you

Your presence

Your smile

Everything

The aftershave

That is the object I love

I was asked to find an explain a loved possession

It has been a long while

I had forgotten

But now I have been reminded, again

Thank you

By Alice Godber