Bold Lavender and Camomile

I'd put my bag down and unpacked
mindlessly
returning to the humdrum life
ceaselessly
But early one morning
wordlessly,
my clock opposed to yours,
I opened a drawer
and from it emanated the smell...
[well thank you Procter and Gamble]
the smell of your laundry
I was transported
to your home
your bed
a time of expectation
and hope
a time where I loved
more freely than I had
before
prompted by nothing
but the ticking clock
that smell
evoked the un-lived promise of
decades of
separation
from myself.