Your scent is in my hair,
Your scent is my nostrils,
It lingers in the air,
Awakens me in the mornings.
Your scent is in my bedsheets,
Your scent is in my sweater,
I feel it on my cheeks,
Hoping it'll make me better.
You left, but your scent still haunts me,
Reminding me that it wasn't just a memory.
YOU ARE READING
Gloaming
Poetryinspired by all the emotions we feel in the gloaming: love, sadness, melancholy, longing, and everything in between
