I want to tell you
about the familiar cologne
I smell on your collarbones

I think I've worn it before
Some time in the past
when I thought scents
would last...
and they did

Maybe the corner of your eyes
do not look like mine
but I swear
I see myself in your pupils
and feel myself in your iris

The delicate firmness
you hold yourself in
like a collapsed skyscraper
like a simplified complexity

I have worn it before

Maybe I met you before

Maybe I love you

Maybe
I'm just in love
with what reminds me
of myself

Maybe
I'm just in love
with myself

Is something wrong with that?