Aftershave

A remnant of you is left on my pillow

After you've gone, it still comforts me

I relish it as I relished you

The morning reminder a fragrant dew.

When we embrace I am incensed

It clings familiarly to my coat and scarf

You marked me with it

I belong to you and I willingly submit

I was cold and you lent me your hoodie

Immersed in your protective scent

I let it seep into my skin

As you envelop me in a warm grin

But now

a man walks by me

Or sits beside me

He does not walk like you, nor talk like you

But I smell 

my pillow

your hoodie

and our embrace

and all I see

is your sweet face.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

I was once a bad boy who went away from time to time. I used to use Aramis as aftershave. My wife would pour some drops upon my pillow and find nominal comfort embracing a pillow that smelled like me, but wasn't me, and should have been me...such a foolish, selfish, lazy, irresponsible young man was I...your poem brought back memories touched me which is really what it's all about. :) i appreciate having read it. Thank you

[Willard Wells]

That is the love and compassion that I want my love to feel and I think she does. A beautiful verse of love and so well written. Thank you for sharing your excellent work.

[Leon C]

A wonderful evocation of being in love. The way they wrap themselves into your life and cloud your senses. Love that sense that you no longer look at other men in the same way, you have a partner and they are just men.

I loved it. Even if I didn't explain myself very well

[alifeacoustic]

This is beautifully written, taking the reader on a scent filled journey that melds effortlessly into their own scent filled memories. Has a softness to the words that are whispered with a smile on your lips, remembering it again.
Superb.

[Riddhi]

A beautiful poem to read ........ Can't go without appreciation.....................

[rhymeaway]

Very true! It's crazy how sometimes people keep going back wanting more not because they miss the person but also for the memories.

[Southern_Writes]

Awee, poor girl. She is trying to move on, but his reminders is everywhere, pulling her heart back to him at every moment. Love is a complicated and tricky devil at times. This is a beautiful write hun.

[Coyote Poetry]

The senses. Smell is the most powerful. I like the poem. You brought the reader into good thoughts and memories. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[jesserose99]

i know how it is to move on from someone and to never really move on from someone. They are always there...in some fashion. 'i belong to you and i willingly submit' being more true then one might realize...and that line by the way...amazing...i love it. It doesn't matter who the new face is, the old smell will always be there..when you put on the hoodie and smile at the new face, you will think of the old. Even if you end up loving the new, some things just carry memories. Really nice write.

[Jacob Clifford]

Ah such sweet memories. It's too bad everything changes.