Olfactory Nostalgia (April 2018 - Houston)

The olfactory induced nostalgia of our first days
My lips on your shoulders
The pivot point to the crook of your neck
My head rests and wait for your arms

I wait

There’s a relief but only the scent is the same
There’s an ache from the lose embrace

I’m sorry

Thought and stopped being said a long time ago

Where is the grip we both had on our first days?

I wait

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