I pretend your smell Walks the same blocks that I do Home. Kindled under street lamp. Or sleeps in my passenger seat, Underneath fingernails and Seeping through my palm.
I also pretend to know what your smell is. When I remember how I don't know I pretend I'll find out tomorrow, Reaching for the smallest wisps Traveling down jet stream and Lake Effect crispness.
Probably not finished, and I probably won't finish it.