Thursday, 19 January 2017

Clean Break

The beautiful smell of you,
Has lingered all day in my bathroom,
Like a phantom,
That I wish would reappear.
The perfume of your body wash,
Rolls over me in waves,
And my mind misbehaves,
Every time I climb the stairs.
You conditioner conditioned me,
To think of a wet soapy hand,
In ways you wouldn't understand,
At least not from my mind.
Your shampoo has washed away, but...
I smell the memory that you left,
And like a sweet recurring theft,
I know again, that you are gone.

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