Lavandar

I reached for the forgotten bottle and opened the stopper.
The smell of warm floral sunshine drifted towards me and I thought of him.
I inhaled it's cheer and heard his deep laughter.
I let a drop land on my wrist and remembered his gentle touch.
Rubbing my hand on my throat I pictured his strong body.
My fragrant fingertips traced my navel and I reminisced our future.
I jumped back into the shower because he smelt of death.