For what seems to be a fairly straightforward "breakup" poem, this is quite interesting. It doesn't have the overly morose feel that most people put into pieces on this subject. It's far more subtle. "Unexpected smells" being the key, as it's usually the little things that linger around, forcing remembrance.
Then again, this could be about a nose job. Or the removal of a benign tumor, though really that and breaking up with someone are pretty similar.
I can see by the date this was posted that this was not from a personal experience, but it fits now. I feel this way except in reverse. I'm still here but you're gone.
I still live in the house that we use to live in. I still sleep in the room that we use to share. Sometimes I still find your hair...
I relate to this on a personal level but my interpretation could be off. That is the beauty of art. interpretation. Although seeming straight foreward someone could pick up something else entirely. As for me this reminds me of a breakup I had and when the girl moved out and I rearranged the room to forget. Then one night as I lay my head on my pillow to sleep, that damn smell. It was her. It's good when you can read, hear, or see a work of art and "feel" it, ya know? Good job. Sorry bout my rambling. I suck at comments.
This write I believe describes something I do with each new day I throw away all the sadness and negativity that has tryed to absorb my life and create a new state of being filled with the positive You worded this well and I definately feel a sense of Peace reading this Great Job God Bless Ron
Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think Thank You Ron
You look very pretty in your picture on your page!!!