Your Fragrance

About her.

Sometimes when I am daydreaming,
I catch a subtle scent,
In the air, it tip-toes by,
Side to side to catch it, my head is bent


I cease my hallucinogenic stupor,
I can smell it better now,
Like something from my dreams,
It seems foreign, I sigh and crease my brow


Why is this familiar? It fills me up,
It smells of strong decaying flowers,
I used to fall asleep to it, overpowering me,
It felt like home after all those forgone hours


My breath catches in my chest,
I have realized what this is, how could I not,
A salty streak runs down my cheek,
My stomach aches, my emotions in a knot


I remember you, like a flickering bulb,
Not always with me, here, yet silent,
The smell is a ghost, and begins to leave,
I chase after nothing, trying to find it with defiance


I sink to the floor, once more alone,
My chest shakes with defeat,
But then, as I lay down to my sorrow,
It comes again, and you comfort me to sleep