
Alice Godber
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