(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 at the time.)

Walking out to a breeze unfelt before

I fall to my knees

Others walking past without a second glance

As I smell the memory of a first dance

Sadness overcomes me

Do they not see?

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