7. Candice
DoBH – MOD ’23
February 13th 2024
The scent wafts through my bathroom,
As familiar as your house—no, your sanctuary.
It wraps around me, intoxicating, like a forbidden elixir.
I pause, inhaling deeply, letting it fill my senses.
I miss you—or rather, the essence of what we once shared.
Candice was our secret garden.
We explored each bloom of her fragrance,
Each petal unfolding memories.
She whispered of home to you,
A cherished chapter of your past you graciously shared.
Your inner child, a young sailor by the sea, reveling in bath-time adventures.
Candice, a constant companion,
Now invokes images of snug embraces, your mother’s loving arms,
Transporting you to a simpler era, a gentler love.
I loved her for the solace she brought.
Aloe was an acquired taste,
But now Candice reigns here, filling the air with echoes of you.
I feel light-headed, intoxicated not only by her aroma but by the flood of memories.
I miss loving you, savoring each story, each tale you wove.
Seeing you light up, reliving whole epochs,
I ache for the comfort and serenity you once offered.
Now, I cherish Candice—
Not as a trace of you, but as a balm for my soul.
Each note of her fragrance,
A tapestry weaving my journey toward healing.
Deborah Nyamu,
DoBH,
2024.
