My perfume

A Poem by Delilah

My perfume smells like sea salt and open wounds, the waves pull back from the shore, a dull roar echoes in my ears, my eyes red, burn from the tears that would not fall. Hollow, empty, I ache. Shielding my eyes against the sun my cheeks become wet. Stained with the tears of longing and regret. Melancholy, oh that old familiar friend pays me a visit. The salt stings in my open wounds, couldn't you see me standing right in front of you?