SCENTLESS

Perfumes don’t lie, memories

don’t go; Spring is on its way, and your

scent is on my clothes. I would

sleep at the sound of your

breathing. Heartbeats

to heartbeats’ chat.

You seemed happy

when we were

together,

why’d you

let us apart?

I missed you

so, that I can’t

breathe; I let you

go,don’t wanna hear

you plead. Twelve leaves

have fallen, my heart stayed

broken;Unwilling to move,tracks

stayed frozen.In the attic room where I

came weeping,I found a bottle in the dusty

floor sleeping. It's a glass of perfume, unempty, 

but with immense familiarity. So I start uncapping,

and things became confusing as I smelled no scent.Then,

and then...memories hit so sudden. 'Tis the haven of mine own

tears!This I shed when you left,and now triggers grief.How surprises

greet!Did I shed this much?And miserable I really was?Every night I’ll

cry and the basin cold would catch my tears.And each night I’ll pray,“GOD,

please send him back to me!”My clothes still smelled like you;my bed still

painted in blue. If moving on means forgetting you, then I’ll sing songs

with lyrics untrue. Life was blissful with your hands in mine. It felt

like heaven with our fingers entwine.This perfume bottle filled

with the sadness of time,I shall perish with your memories

inside. I pray thee, quit hunting my thoughts.