This scent – it takes me back to you and me
So quick; I’m overcome
I convulse
At the very thought of your warm, dark skin
Its not a fashionable scent this one
It’s a very comfortable, lived-in one
It’s the smell of you every day that I knew you
Every day that I thought would be the rest of our lives
This morning you walked into my dream uninvited
You were the same you, yet somehow different
You spoke about the new ‘her’ in your life
And I couldn’t take my mind off your promises
Of there being no other—besides me…
Music almost always accompanies this scent
A lovely, soulful riff
Just like you
This time around, somewhere in the background, someone is singing—‘This could be the end’
And I am surprised
For I wish it is—the end
I wish you’d leave
I wish you wouldn’t live in this scent anymore
I wish you hadn’t grown tired of me
I wish you weren’t so indiscreet
I wish for so much
That sometimes I wish I didn’t know how to wish…
