Smell

I think that smells can hold

more memories than we realize

like the way I can smell your cinnamon gum breath

while you're looking in my eyes

or the way your sweat smells dried

all over yourself, the sheets, and me

waking up with limbs more tangled

than that of a willow tree

and your cologne, that hits me hard

because it rubs off on me

I'll be feeling so alone and then smell it

where did it rub off? where the hell could it be?

it doesn't matter, really, where the scent comes from

because no matter where it is, it'll still make my heart stop

Author's Note

not finished