feelings have faded
but your scent is still strong
trapped between my bedsheets
as i stride past you, standing
stored in my memory
my breath is stolen
heart stops
too easy to survive on
your scent alone, oxygen aside
stays with me
sticks to my clothes, my skin
feelings have faded
but your scent still
stimulates my mind
my secret desires
stories from the past
sideway streets and musty rooms
eyes search star-wards
still waiting
for a similar entrancing scent
to scream for my attention
my hopes are stifled
each time i stride past you, standing.
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