Teacups and Pens

Stained

It took nine washes

to get the smell of our date

out of my shirt. 

The scent lingers,

filling my mind

with vivid images. 

The candy shop, 

and how we danced through the store

to old  Michael Jackson hits,

ignoring any eyes that may have been looking.

The street mall,

and how you bought me a smoothie,

and we walked along,

stopping at the magic shows.

And you held me, 

held my hand, 

showed me off to the world. 

You kissed me while we drove home,

and we almost missed a turn. 

The giggles,

the kissing,

the joys of a summer fling. 

But it doesn't mean I miss you. 

I just removed the smell

of those memories.But,

your cologne left

stains on the wall

of my heart.