I can't sleep tonight,
Well, most nights,
without you.
they drag on,
reassuring me
That time,
Is, in fact,
An illusion.
I no longer smell you
on my bed
However,
In my head
I can remember,
almost,
clearly your smell.
You're much like my ant hill
And I am but a humble worker
I never lose sight of home because home is but a single whiff away.
My infatuation with your sent
may seem odd.
But when you've found the person who can make your heart sing
Simple things like the way they naturally smell
Or the sound of their laugh
Or the sight of their flaws
Almost make it seem
like God does exist