“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning

Hidden between the pages
of my favorite book
or lying
as crushed petals
between those folds
scenting and filling up
my senses
will all the nostalgia
all the days and nights
there have been
and many more
Sleeping quietly as wrinkles
between the sheets
or engraved as
freckles on my skin
counting your memories
it touches and
leaves me
gasping for more
Every time I inhale
that fresh whiff
of that cologne
rubbed off my skin
I’m being pulled
towards you
feeling alive evermore
Stretching and
arching my back
balancing my love on my
toes I gave
myself to you
once more
Floating away in your embrace
and counting the steps
locked in our gaze
the whole day comes
alive to me
when I take a whiff of
your old favorite tee.
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