I walked into a room today -
Where someone had sprayed your Cologne.
It took me back to being in one of your three bedrooms, watching you light a cigarette or dress into your favourite joggers and flip flops.  

I could smell your skin again, I could smell home.

I stayed there for a few minutes too long, caught up in my own thoughts of what seems to be a lifetime ago, perhaps it was.
I thought of endless beach days and cooking lessons.
I envisioned dark chocolate eyes and unfinished tattoos, I remembered silly nicknames and secret sensitive spots.

But then my nose got used to the rooms fragrance -
and just like that again, you were gone.