Scents and Perfume Cards

I move through life with sensory detail.
Everywhere I go,
something catches my eye,
my ear,
my touch...
I try to hide my mind in the world of the here,
but oftentimes, it travels to you far away.
I rely on my eyes to guide me ahead,
using distractions to keep me from showing emotion...
I carry on until something stops me dead:
a scent.
Your scent.
And it reminds me so much of you.
I shut my eyes and bask in it, knowing it's all I have of you now...

The End

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