The last page of my love's notebook has my shirt's fragrance. White coloured shirt. With small blue coloured dots which she made sure I brought with me that day when we were supposed to meet. In our car that we made love to each other, she asked me to step out of it for a while.
After a minute or so when she asked me to get in. She wore it. Our kisses. Our smooches. Skin over her hands and neck. The shirt has 'em all. Before going to Kerela, she made sure their love was captured.
The non-living shirt still carries their un-dying love. The last page of their love's notebook asks for the shirt to be remembered!
