It’s that aggravating smell.
your loyal accessory.
I find myself searching for it.
I’ll wake up thinking I smell it.
I’ll be sitting in class thinking I smell it.
I’ll be walking alone on the street thinking I smell it.
Maybe I do.
It does tend to linger on my clothes and in my hair.
Even when I’ve merely brushed against you.
Either way I long for the scent.
I once passed a man who carried that same scent.
As he walked near me I found myself rushing towards him
hoping to see a familiar face.
When he had gone I wished I had asked what cologne he wears
so I could find it once and for all
and always have a piece of you.