perfumed memory

Caught in the details where no one wants to be
She touched every little speck of everything
To be sure nothing special was overlooked
Although in the very moment she felt that way herself

The sights and sounds and smells
Of every memory flooding the rooms
She walks through, taking pictures
With her camera and her heart

Glass and perfume create a shiny thought
To hold onto when the long days turn dull
As the time grows thinner and thinner
Making way for the renewed, only scented by the past