This perfume.

This wind brings me you
Floating in this aroma
Of a fantastical opportunity
That twined me with life, love and me
I knew of what grew
In the numerous breaths I took
To live and relive the moments.
I felt alive-

It’s strange, rather appalling
One moment-detached
And the other in your arms
Your soft shirt with my arms around
Those days I lived tight in your hold
With your eyes in mine
And my breath in yours

I’m sitting with my dress
Clutched strong against my face
But my breath is short
And so is the time I live
In the smell of you...

I know I was alive
I was different
I have come a long way
I’ve given in to our facts
I’m smiling
I’m not alone
I own myself
I’m in love
Except this time
It’s only me...

But this feeling
This smell
Your touch
Your hold
Your shirt
My cheeks

This *** perfume
I’m sorry
I don’t want to part with it
I can’t use it
This perfume

It is the only means to take me straight
To the world that’s long gone
Yet forms the nub of who I am

It hurts each time
yet
with each breath I smile
with some I cry
and compose again
into an adult
shoving it away
and staring
staring-
until I finish dreaming
and come back to realise
I’m sill the same
And you’re away
Just like this smell
Just like

This perfume
That comes out once in a year
Perhaps
Because I fear to lose
My life that lives safe within

100 ml
Benetton Sport

This perfume.