Mementos scattered,
Noticed in passing.
The haze of your charm
Distracts and lures
With such a sweet scent.
It's when you step away
That my eyes refocus.

A fleeting glimpse hidden,
Indicative of my past presence.
A late-night note left sitting.
Crumpled, torn, and smeared;
Weathered by the elements
Of your element.
Pictures taken and forgotten
Reemerge after reconciliation
Framed by low-light,
Dwarfed by waxy monoliths,
It stands obscured.
As is the nature of your way.