If silence had a scent

it would smell like dust

built up over time-

not the dust

in a kind old grandmothers home

but the dust

that rolls in

at the end of a battle

If silence had a scent

it would be

sharp-

but you don’t quite know

where you have smelled it before

Or why it is familiar

if silence had a scent

It would be an odd mix

of different things

of dust and dirt

of new beginnings

and of old memories

If silnce had a scent

It would be my amortentia

It would be that of a freshly opened book

A newly painted canvas

which demands distance to appreciate

If silence had a scent

It would be coffee

and a cool breeze

The fragile fragments

before a day of chaos

And disaster

If silence had a scent

I would bottle it up

and keep it all for myself

A drug to fuel my daydreams

If Silence had a scent

It would be salty tears

Whimsical wishing

and fears of the unknown

If silence had a scent

It would be hard to trace

Like a thief on the run

Yet utterly remarkable

It would be impossible

to live without

It would fill the silence

with its painful sound