SCENT

 

I can still smell baby powder,

All over your figure,

I only know that you hate clam chowder,

Only your pupils are a lot bigger.

 

I can vision you looking at Lake St. Clair,

With the blowing of your long brown hair,

Looking at the rapid waves,

While you sit peacefully and behave.

 

It’s been over 48 months,

Since I saw your eyes,

But I will still climb and hunt,

And give it another try.

 

It’s been long phase,

As I forgotten what you take in your tea,

As I’m continue to chase,

As I hope one day you will flee.

 

I will wait for you to be set free,

So you can stand beside me,

And put your arm on my chest,

That’s what I like the best.

 

I can feel you shake and quiver,

I only know that you are an organ giver,

Tell them not to take your eyes or heart,

Since I don’t want us to be apart.

 

I can feel your tears pouring down,

As you can hear my heart pound,

I’ll wipe your tears away,

Since I’m here to stay

 

I feel that I will see you in little while,

I can finally watch you do your nail files,

Or look at your million-dollar smile,

And see all your clothes in a pile.

 

You’re my addiction and what I want most,

I’ve been living off your soul and your ghost,

I will always remember your scent,

We are one and are to be meant.