Silent whispers

sept

If I were ever
asked to
describe you,
I would choose
one word.
'SCENT'.
Yes, a scent
that I never
managed to
put a name on.
On the first date
it brushed my
nose ever so
softly, it was
fresh and
faint, like the
smell of a love
promise under
the rain.
On the second
time, when our
hands got to
flirt under the
table, and our
lips danced on
the devil's song,
the whole room
smelt of
chamomile,
so intoxicating
that it got me
choking.
afterwards, on
a day so bright,
you held me
against you, and
I dug my nose
into your hair,
it had a scent
of burnt poetry
and dry ink on
fingertips, it
reminded me of
home.
When the next
date came, it
was the last, we
didn't know, our
tongues twisted
around, missing
what we both
wanted to say.
Everything smelt
of chewing gum
and salt.
We were
unfinished
business, and
we'll always
be.
For I am the girl
who writes you
poems but only
reads you half of
them.