Black magic

it was returned to me brand new.. sucked clean of all that it harboured.. the air.. the dust.. and everything old.. even Your essence.. and the sweet feel of Your presence..  the very reason for which i was stalling the installation of the air freshener..all gone when it came back to me.. it was as good as brand new..
gleaming.. glistening.. the rain drops like jewels.. yes.. it was smooth.. more, maybe.. but it lacked the old-world charm.. it felt just like any other conveyance.. the air was different.. the only assurance was the way the seats still felt.. the only remnants of a once-upon-a-time You.. and so, the freshener came up, pronto.. and its sweetness reminded me of all those erstwhile sweet moments.. happy memories.. scarred by the frightening possibility of it ultimately remaining at that.. (some sad incidents to be blamed for that).. but the cosmos conspired.. the stars spoke.. once again.. and this time, it was all reinforced.. the air coupled with Your scent.. the feel added with Your touch.. the infinite impressions made and stamped and marked.. the essence returned..
and its now, brand new with You.. and its the best that i can have.. the Black wove its magic..!