By Pinkerton (stevenkeogh@home.com)
Date: 3 April 2001

"Ralph"

I feel all alone,
Just smell of cologne.
No flowery scent,
Which you represent.
That Flavourful sting, 
Your aroma does bring.
The strange smell of closure,
And a rose's composure.
It resides on my covers,
The smell of two lovers.
But I don't miss us, as I sit in my room.
I long not for you, just your flowery perfume.