On a day when his eyes were glossy

Filled with a dazzling dew

He asked me to check out his new perfume.

“How do I smell?” He asked with a glowing smile.

“Intoxicating!” I replied.

“You’ll drive the women wild.”

He laughed.

And I did too.

I never imagined that in the end I would lose,

The smell of you.

That I now labor to artificially produce.

You,

My enigma wrapped in bones.

Carved by a hard life.

That bruised your body,

And left you beat,

As if by stones.

When I smell your perfume,

I crumble,

My brittle limbs lost to the floor.

A reminder of my grief,

Haunting me forevermore.

I wish I could tell you,

“Take me back to that day.”

Let me smell you forever,

As I clasp you permanently in place.