(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me once after we had decided to go our separate ways. The title is now tattooed on my shoulder.)

Alone in my own nostalgia

Did it ever rain at all?

The sun beating down

It’s fading from me

As it dries

It fades again

Picking a single blade of grass

This scent I hold forevermore

Lost in translation among the rays

But it’s not him

Just a another

Petrichor