In my powers of memory your name comes top.
I dried mandarin and mint and drew a full stop.
I wore your scent until the rain washed it away.
My body still vibrates to what you sent my way.
Made a tea of recollection, warm handed at bathtime.
In my memory garden we talk without end in the sunshine.
You saved me for later, as if you wanted to scrimp words for me.
As if I’ve been defrocked, you wear my scent as a trophy.