My old boyfriend
used to wear a very
particular
(yet very commonplace)
aftershave.
Now and again
I'll catch a molecule
of it in the air -
in a club
or a lift
or a supermarket,
and it doesn't comfort me
at all.
No, no,
it doesn't comfort me
at all.
It’s like crossing paths with a ghost.
I found it so jarring
that it
inspired me to swap
my usual cologne
for a lesser known one,
which I mix with
another
uncommon fragrance
to create
my own
blend.
Girly?
Indeed.
But if I die
no-one will ever
be startled
by my ghost.
(Not unless
they know
which colognes
to mix.)
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
My old boyfriend
used to wear a very
particular
(yet very commonplace)
aftershave.
Now and again
I'll catch a molecule
of it in the air -
in a club
or a lift
or a supermarket,
and it doesn't comfort me
at all.
No, no,
it doesn't comfort me
at all.
It’s like crossing paths with a ghost.
I found it so jarring
that it
inspired me to swap
my usual cologne
for a lesser known one,
which I mix with
another
uncommon fragrance
to create
my own
blend.
Girly?
Indeed.
But if I die
no-one will ever
be startled
by my ghost.
(Not unless
they know
which colognes
to mix.)
