It’s the scent of pheromones and freshly mown grass –
The day we met on the high school tracks.
It’s the scent of saltwater in the August air –
The day you braided sea shells in my hair.
It’s the scent of tears, acrid and bitter –
The day I watched you walk away with her.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Triple prompt combo for OctPoWriMo: Day 26 – Abandonment // Day 27 – Favorite Scent // Day 28 – Sea Shells