Scents

when you were gone
I sniffed around, my nose searching for familiar scents

the cinnamon when you baked the buns
a light water-tinted fragrance of your jacket
the trail of crunchy bread; a smell of our nights
an aroma of coffee, you used to drink at evening
when the book was your only companion
when your dreams lifted the veil of reality
and my head was laying on your knees, everwatchful

I thought you will never come back
and the scents will be my undoing

but you returned, raindrops on your hair
your smile engulfing, when you embrace my fur
my tail moving on the wild rhythm of the storm behind the window
and I feel you again