Today,
Everything smells like you,
And I hate how,
Everything, wonderfully, smells like you do
It’s everywhere.
In the places we’ve been and places we haven’t.
Places like the cracked and uneven pavements,
Like the rooms that stand in infinite silence
Your scent lingers and clings.
To the clothes I wear,
To the trees I walk past,
Every leaf saturated by you.
You don’t know how much I love you,
And I don’t even wanted to admit to myself the extent
Because it’s only your smell that stays with me,
For you that scent is someone else.
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