You still remember the scent of crushed leaves
basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water.
The inviting aroma of dead leaves
would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day.
It was the time of farewells and goodbyes,
tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone.
At some point you realise that in life’s fleeting moments,
we tend to take everything for granted.
You smell the decaying leaves that wait for the onslaught
of the relentless summer. You take in these sights and smells
to add to the scrapbook of your life.