Perfume

I am a line
across here and back
it travels through me
like seasons through a room

it was so long ago
but it is everywhere
like the direction of the rain

I am between two buildings
one where I am a name
for you
and the other
for another

I am the sidewalk
drenched with traffic
I am the moonlight
that licks its wounds
I am the sun
that burnt it down
and the residue

I am the voice
that you heard
the notes
falling from the window
like helicopters
of a dandelion

I am the end
of that song
and I remembered the line

the perfume of words
you left
by my bed
like an eternity
of flowers