Ruined by the way he smells,
it’s been almost twenty-two years.
Still, I am ruined by his smell;
a soul forever close to my own.
Tag: smell
Smell, Scent
memories
the scent of what was
haunting my Spring days
Leaving me in the Winter
ghosts
what was and what was not
dancing with me in the misty mornings
sitting with me as I read about other ghosts
dreams
the smell of what was
black and white, sometimes colour
thinking about you
C & K 