His aftershave
Still lingers on my clothes
From where we were
Sat so close to each other
Though,
Both within our own comfort zones.
I close my eyes,
Not imaging the man
The scent belongs to
But thinking of you
I breath in
Holding the breath in my chest
just for a few seconds
I breath out
Slowly with a sigh
and a smile dancing
upon my lips.
Suddenly a thought in my head
You never smelt this good!
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2 comments:
the twists gifts tortures and realisations of memory
personalised
(and made universal)
good stuff
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