It smelt like you.
I took something from you, no let me rephrase, you gave me more than I even remember asking.
Standing in the middle of my room, I had the clearest sweetest hectically relaying flashback
Sitting down, thinking of your hands, your look. My smile, my blank emotional tears. Your unselfish attentive behaviour, your abundant thoughtful mannerisms.
The smell still reaches me, the minutes still seize me.
And I close my eyes back all over…
Laughing in the busily crowded, colourful markets
Comfortable strolling facing the beach and you.
Arguing and talking the conversations honestly
Loving my mind the way you saw it.
I kept it sealed, away but close by, to be reminiscent.
To be inspired and wanted is obtusely pleasurable.
I adored the cheesecake and routine.
Holiday and your games predominating.
You always being there, what I forever want, but never had.
When I thought you would have left it for sure
You reappeared, flew and reached me.
When I would have been accustomed to asking you to come
You came and planned our days unquestioning.
If I could wait at the airport with a flower in my hair I would
If I could without consequence ask to come for me I would.
There was so much good and symmetrical personality that I will keep with me on a great note. And the smell of you,
I need to not abandon.
But seeing you is more harmful than the idea of your existence for me.