Welcome BackI recognize your entrance into the room
Your comforting fragrance encompasses my nose
Even with my head buried into your neck
(Which, by the way, smells like a fire).
You smell like you've walked one hundred miles
To get to nowhere.
You smell like Autumn has whirled around your head
And breathed its crisp breath into your hair.
I can smell you when you've been in a room,
Even though you're gone, always gone.
I follow your trail like a scale of arpeggio notes
Always leading to the crescendo.
When I find you contained in a blonde hair
Left on my pillow
I can submerge myself in the scent and
Forget about the troubles of the day.
Flowers, rain, smoke, grease, winter,
The scents that constantly consume my mind
They meld together,
But you are distinct.
I can smell your soft breath and understand
What you think of transcendentalism,
What you think of love,
What you think of me.
I can smell your broken heart,
The metallic scent of blood
Pushing through your veins
Raising you to meet me.