i got into my car hurriedly Wednesday, Thursday, saturday (i chose to walk on friday) so it wasn't until i had to wait out the rain in my car sunday, 12 pm that i looked over, fully immersed in the scent of your favorite perfume half expecting you to materialize from the cloud of fragrance occupying the passenger's side and in my haste from the days previous, i wasn't yet aware of the tiny pin you left in your place before dashing out into the city streets a bobby pin that must have escaped the locks that touched your skin it made mine crawl to think of an object blessed enough from the graces of an atheist's god to be given the opportunity to touch a being so holy and there i sat in a parked car, cursing everything that made me into the awkward, 5 ft. 8 man i am longing to be close enough to her so that i might smell the scent of lavender and honey that lingered from her embrace but instead, i am the stalky man who can not seem to say goodbye
a letter exert from a man who i do not know and never did