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By Cyan Date: 2002 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.09.01.50.20992]] |
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He left behind a sweater one night his favorite-(the one with I love Jesus on the front) although not a religous man, but spiritual We've broken up since. He asks about it sometimes when we speak. Maybe it's just to strike up a conversation in these awkward moments of small talk, i'm not sure, but I never tell him I have it, for fear he may take it away. As he did my heart, my soul, my being I'm 5'6. He's 6'1. It swallows me whole I laugh at the thought The sleeves hang over my arms and it comes right above my knees, but i'm content to have this mantle The scent of his cologne remains after all these months The smell is unique. An emblem of himself, strange but sweet I wear it through the nights, trading in my pajamas I'ts a familiarlity, a reminder of what once was A sense of amenity, a sense of love When my friends are around they catch me stealing a sniff of it's fragrance They think I'm nuts, but I don't care I've lost myself in this aroma It's my comfort, my haven....my home |