The Purfume Returns

A sequel to my poem "Purfume"

 

The Perfume Returns

Justin Guidroz

 

Laying in my bed late at night,

my open window lets in the winter breeze.

And from a place far and out of sight

drifts in a scent, oh can it be?

As much as I deny, I think it might

 

be the perfume fro the past,

how did it find me, ah alas!

The lovely scent brings back the past,

of when I kissed her sweet lips last,

of her lingering spell her perfume has cast,

holding onto my heart fast!

Oh, free me from that long lost past!

 

Finally, I win the fight

and I am free from the perfume of she!

It drifts back into the frozen night,

where it will taunt with ease

until it is vanquished by the sun’s forgiving light.