redolent

you can't lose
what you never had
that's what they say
but do we ever really
have anything anyway
it's all a mirage
a messy collage
of maybes and memories
of summer nights
redolent with magnolia and
missed opportunities
and the vacant side
of a bed where rested
once a different head
and if you think you've
found an oasis
is it a crisis if you're wrong
when the water turns to sand
if we were never more
than walking dust all along