department store candle

your memory stirs to haunt me: long forgotten scent on a candle from the department store. how many lives since sharing pillows? still I catch you on a plastic fragrance. did you sell your soul to homewares? held captive in some factory, caged and wrung apart to colour vats of boiling wax with your aroma?

it's silly to remember you - or who you were to me - so clearly in a smell. once upon a spiral I'd have lost the night to mourning. return to archives and the relics of the time that was. I had so many questions then. collecting dust with memories. now left by the candle, between now and then in the space I can't explain. and though I wonder where you went, the wheels keep turning without knowing, to sleep and dream of other lifetimes. I hope you're happy where you are.