I keep going to the places we’ve been
Hoping to catch your scent\
Hoping to find the 'me' i become when you’re around
Hoping to see my glorious self though your eyes
Like the enticing smell of cheese to a rat
Smoke to a moth
A fly to a stench
Rags to the homeless
I keep sticking my nose in the air
At the spaces we've occupied
Hoping to bring the smell of the past to the present
I'm present today to bear tomorrow
Where unpleasant days awaken sorrow
That makes the valleys of my tears run dry
That the heart becomes dessert dry
And losses the grasp of air
And maybe it’s all the sniffing I’ve been doing
Chasing the past and living in your shadow
Maybe the heart and the air should depart too
And see if maybe both can exist exclusively
But the heart will be dessert dry and become dust
And the soul will remain, chasing the air that was once interwoven into its very existence
To the people in this life we will never stop loving.To the ones we forget to love in the midst of the routine of our lives.The ones to whom our routines reduce to 'iteneraries'.The ones whose presence goes unnoticed ,whose absence is unbearable. TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST