Not Over It

You used to smell of
Coffe with a touch of linen
It would dance across
My senses when I
Hugged you, pressing my face
Against your chest.
Now the scent is in everything
I own
Everything I feel
Everything I touch, taste and see;
Haunting me when I get dressed in the morning,
When I'm reading a romance novel,
And as the wind whips my skin.
Haunting me.