Among All Lovely Things

photos by john

She walked past like it was nothing,
like she had walking feet
and I had staring eyes
and her scent followed behind.
It stayed when she left,
it found a way to stick to me.
She smelled like 5 a.m.
when it is far enough into the year
for light to play that early.
She smelled like rain that came
when the sun stayed out,
and for a moment it felt like
Mother Nature tripped
and spilled a bag of diamonds.
She smelled like home,
but the kind that is made
not bought, with memories
plastered like wall paper,
and still filled with the ghost
of whoever I was
before she walked past.
– Tyler Knot Gregson

dress – frontyard
shoes – spruce
bag – gifted
hat – old, similar here
belt – vintage
nails – NCLA don’t call me peachy and polish me silly salt n peppa