Incense

An incense, burning to the touch -

A moth to the flame,

I was drawn.

Your scent was an entirety

An intoxication

A face that had been removed.

Do you own a name?

What is your existance?

I can't place a single thought,

Nor a single idea - 

To what I've faced.

I'd forbidden,

Forgiven

And forgotten -

The feelings that feared of danger.

The scent is all around,

I breathe in the air 

Contaminated by the incense -

Which you had left behind.