First,
It was the scent
That sweet sample
Of you in a bottle
I've learned to endure
Then,
I wondered
How something soundless
Could remind me of you
And the way you drag your words
In the dark for no one to see
But me
Light at my touch
Glass as cold as my emotions
Just enough for a hot summer night
When we're hot and sweaty
But
You are not to be tasted
You were not designed for that purpose
And I'm left wondering
What is the taste of you?
Is it as sweet as you look?
Finally,
I am left with only my sight
To reimagine this reality
Between you and I
As you stare back at me
The perfume of my depression
*Written on March 5th 2020*
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