My favorite uniform shirt smells like you.
The first time I kissed you, I was wearing this shirt.
Did you know that?
Do you remember something so minuscule as that?
Probably not.
Suddenly, everything in my room smells like you.
My bed sheets -- how? I've washed them seven times
   since you were in them last.
The doorway -- but only when I'm leaving, never entering.
My favorite Beck album -- makes sense. I brought
   it to your house one time so we could play it, love, then sleep.
Your smell, vanilla and the crook of your neck, permeates the corners.
I can't tell you how many sticks of incense I've burned
   in the past month.
Their musk does nothing to clothe yours.