The Memory in the Corner

<> The scent that you can't put a name on, the indescribable familiarity mixed with strangeness, the one that shakes your hand but covers its face. That one.

she is an ephemeral specter,

a shy and frangible sense

of hesitant vectors

an air of transience 

A song that you cannot sing

of a tale that you can't tell

a whiff is all you'll ever catch

she's the word you could never spell

She's the unsolvable equation 

 and the elusive solution

to redefine her form is self-delusion

   but when she finally removes the veil      

 you'll remember the 'why' and 'where'