A friend used
the word
redolent.
How rich, savory,
wonderfully
indulgent.
No, not indulgent,
for who would wish
to indulge
oneself in lost love’s
painful
remembrance
besides, perhaps, the
masochistic?
And so, poignant
comes to mind
as it was in reference
to a momentary,
flashing, good,
but painful
remembrance of
deep love
lost in years
but forever
harboring
sweet and
salty tears.