His soul trampled with torment

                                                                                                 Attribution: T.Voekler
Image: Irresistible aromatic scent (here)

It tugs at the bones when it does
Pushing through the sheath covering
the nose so fast
To withstand an aroma hovering

But resurgence of her presence
A retribution to remind
him of her absence
To bring to his senses so defined

Missed the scent ostensibly the scent
But he missed her most
His soul trampled with torment
How shabbily and petrified in remorse

Inconsiderate excursion to a young mind
Reacting too fast regretting, now within his confines
Lesson learnt that the next time
As elders said so, must first count to ten

For Sanaa's Prompt Nights  -  nothing
more memorable than scent