Short poems

The perfume. (Short poem)

The perfume.


The perfume in the room settles as you crumble to dust beside me.

Fragments of memory stagnate like broken rituals caught in the act.

I hyperventilate internally whilst not being able to react.

You’re gone, just like that.

© G.P Williamson 2017


Ps my sister in law just bought me some Jean Paul Gaultier Le male. – It’s gorgeous, try it.




3 thoughts on “The perfume. (Short poem)

  1. Alex says:

    You actually make it appear really easy together with your presentation however I in finding this matter to be actually one thing that I think I would by no means understand. It sort of feels too complex and extremely broad for me. I’m having a look forward in your next submit, I will try to get the hold of it!

    • Thanks for your comment/insight. It apoears I’ve taken forever to reply. Sorry’s! It was for me about being caught in a moment and trying to explain how everything can slow down to such a minute scale and yet appear to remain totally stationary. Shock for example or the opposite of reading a book and looking up to find hours have past instead of minutes and something deeper. Something about pleasure in remembering pain from different angles. Like bereavement. Who knows? Stationary like shadows.

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