Cleansing Ecstasy: A Goodbye

I need to wash the sheets tonight.
Your scent lingers. No...our scent.
 
The one that our togetherness created time and time again
—just yesterday!—
subtle, unmistakable.  
Carnal, cosmic proof of the one way our coupling reached near perfection.
 
Could I but follow its’ fragrance back to the womb and uncover how the rest of our bits might have intertwined even half as seamlessly.
 
Instead I’ll scour away all traces of you.
No...not of you, but of us. That I might someday close my eyes and reimagine us as but a dream.
 
My divine fairytale, if only between the sheets.
 
R.