Goodbye

The smell of roses permeate my room

But not in a good way.

The luscious red faded into a dull brown

Soft green hardened into grey -

Death lingers in the air, its fingers grasping at me

My hair, my hands, my breasts, my legs -

Emptiness fills my lungs

There’s an aching in my chest

I’m out of breath;

The smell of you kills the oxygen I need

Invades my bloodstream

It empties me

You empty me.

I sent you a quick text

See you tomorrow, you said.

But I can still smell the roses in the air

Death in my room

Crippling my senses.

I can feel the goodbye before you are gone.