Game Greens

A little whiff of home, I said to myself as I lit up a cigar that you and I once shared in the parking lot of a bar we weren't old enough to enjoy.

A little whiff of home, I thought as the night air blew right through me and carried on it the scent of the wet earth we found ourselves traveling upon often.

A little whiff of home, I recalled as I pulled out that shirt I wore when we spent that long ago night together, huddled uncomfortably next to each other in your bed made for one.

I never did catch that scent again.