Sometimes now when I sleep alone

I get a whiff of myself

and wonder    all these years    is this

the odor familiar to you

if so did you really like it    doesn’t

seem so nice    you’re unusually non-

sweaty for such an active man    but slightly

sweet when I hug you    nowadays

(or you me)    or put my head on your

pillow in our bed    I know it’s you

a delicate odor of woodsmoke    and I breathe

you in a little    not surprised

I remember you were always delicious