💔

The silence would smell like blossoming birches

Behind your house

Like incense sticks

Which your mother was obsessed with

Whose scent suffocated me in every room

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The silence would smell like your barley hair

During scalding sunny days

Like caramel nostalgia

Of a few minutes at the station

Like your perfume and stolen kisses

❤️‍🩹

Silence would smell like a meadow full of dandelions

Where we just stopped laughing and looked at each other

With eyes full of love and wonder

How is it possible to feel so safe?

So beloved

*this wasn’t written in English, I translated it from Czech and it sounds a bit weird now but I love it anyway*