Her Scent

 I sit in my recliner, and I can still smell her there with me. 

If we were at home, unless I was outside or in bed, we were in my recliner.

Together 

Always

And now I sit there, alone, and I smell her scent.

She's in the blanket.

She's in the leather.

Over time her scent will fade.

Eventually I will forget her smell.

But for now, for today, I smell her.

And it makes me so happy.

And it tears me apart.