I can still smell you in my car.
That crisp clean scent. It reminds me of the way it used to be so strong in my own skin. Do you think that I imagine it? That I cling to it as a way to keep you with me? I can’t believe that I do. I know it’s been so long, it’s surely faded out of the seats but…
I can still smell you in my car.
Oh, it brings a tear to my eye. The way I breathe you in only to imagine your smell staining the seats of another, the skin of another. Brief glimpses into where you must be right now, because you’re no longer beside me. It’s moment like these when I wonder if you can still smell me, see me, taste me. Yes, it’s these moments when…
I can still smell you in my car.
Do you look back fondly on the memories we shared? The long drives and late nights spent only in eachother ‘s company? I do. I remember them with such affection, there are moments I can scarce believe it. The way I was so sure I could never feel that way about a person, and now I know that I never can again because…
I can still smell you in my car.
Now, I’m left alone. Without your company, I drive with only my thoughts and remnants of what was. Haunted by the ghost of you, but you’re still living. I miss your voice; I hear only echoes. I miss your caress; I feel only lost touches. I miss your kiss; I can only taste my own.
But I cannot miss your scent because…
I can still smell you in my car.
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Sukie Harper
I like to put pieces of myself into my writing. Sometimes it's a finger, sometimes a toe, but it's always something that gets stuck to the roof of your mouth and leaves a lingering feel in your gut.
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By Sukie Harper2 years ago in Poets
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<3 wow
Simply beautiful... i can feel your moments!