Scentually

I'd been working in that office for quite some time,
When a co-worker of mine wore that specific scent,
It sent me down memory lane, to days of youth,
When emotions and aromas were incandescent.

I was suddenly sixteen again, young back then,
When innocence was at the cusp of an awakening,
A trace of roses, lilies, rosewood, maybe sandalwood,
When I finally understood and found it all enlightening.

It was the mixture of passions and fragrances,
And the differences between lost love and opportunity,
But most of all it was the distinct and clear remembrances,
Of the times and chances that slipped away so ruefully.

So all I did was smile, thankful for that little memory trip,
Which seemed to remind me of a secret I had forgotten,
And the cherished memory went back to sleep, scentually,
Amid dreams of wanton and lust, beaten and downtrodden.