Whispering Aroma

Torn edges whisper of something once whole
paper remembering touch,
ink remembering intent.

Soft greens breathe through the silence,
like leaves pressed between moments,
holding onto a season that slipped away.

There is a quiet luxury here
not loud, not certain,
but delicate, like a fragrance
that lingers after presence is gone.

Words blur, meanings scatter,
yet something remains
a feeling,
a trace,
a memory you cannot fully name.

Object number

013.035