I didn’t mean to be found there
huddled in the corner—
red face and swollen eyes
were to have been protected by
the darkness….
Sobs masked all other sounds,
but they could not hide
the dark, earthy scent
of your cologne.
Half-consciously
I drank it in.
Sniffles settled into sighs—
storm was stilled.
There in my dark corner
you sat with me a while
and without a word
ushered peace into my soul
even as your Drakkar Noir filled my senses.
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