When I think of you I am perplexed.
The thought of your company is foreign
But as I recall your scent, it wafts through the air in my lungs.
I breath you and the warmth of your body
Distant, but too familiar.
I think of your care free thoughts, the smell of rain reminds me of you, but so does sun shine.
Your skin that smelled of sun and love.
Most recently you smelled of despair and alcohol.
You smelled of panic and confusion.
What, who, did you love?
Time is feigned, did we ever exist?
I'm sorry I couldn't, I'm sorry you couldn't either.
