It’s been 5 months,
Since my room smelled like you,
A little like your aftershave,
A little like your perfume.
So, now when you walk back in,
Carrying a little fragrance of the rain,
All I can do melt in your arms,
And sway your way.
The wildflowers that you brought,
Add fragrance of their own,
The room no longer feels,
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