Noah Khorey

Someday We May Smile

The air probably smells of something. I wouldn’t know, my nose is always clogged. A few years of flirting with drug use and taking the scent of things like rain for granted will do that to you. At this point, I’d settle for sewage. They say the olfactory is the most powerful of the senses as linked to memories. Maybe that’s why every experience from the last few years has faded to blackness, like a movie screen before credits I won’t be mentioned in. For all my talk of feeling very little and remembering even less, you cross my mind more than I’d ever admit. Especially on nights I spend in places where you linger. I still hear your voice echoing along the water. All you said to do was slow down.