i think of passed days, and
i smell smoke and vanilla
perfume, bought second handed
i think of last summer, and
i smell what loneliness would smell like
if i try hard enough i know the smell of
over used air conditioners
and it hits me in the stomach, and i know
what the feeling of staying up all night feels like
sober and innocent in the spring time
but that was so long ago,
and i don't want to live
not here any more
i like to think of the days because the hurricanes.