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Jan 2018
you moved overseas
so far away from me
but before you left
you left your heart &
your sweater jacket for
me to keep in my arms
when i sleep – or can’t

there are times when
you find it difficult to
speak so i tell you to
simply breathe in and
out as i hear you fall
asleep on the phone &
hug that heart of yours

other moments we’d
share snapshots of our
best & worst moments
but those are just images
photographs in 2d not 3
so the only way to give
life to them is by smell

you spray my presents
with the scent of your
cologne for me to feel
a little closer to you
to feel as though i’m
in the same room as
your warmest smile

lately you have been
busier than ever but
never too busy for me
aren’t you a little crazy
to go against dramatic
time zones just to talk
instead of sleeping

it’s okay gentleman
i don’t need constant
words flooding in and
out of our message box
your smell is enough &
rooted in my memory
and i’m reminded that

you’re more than a
pretty boy trying to
get all the girls into
your green backyard
you have a light on the
fingertips of the ways
you speak intentions

but i thank you all the
same for keeping your
green backyard green
maybe one day i’ll be
the one to enter in it
but for now you should
keep sending me scents
January 2, 2018. I love his smell.
Isrella Uong
Written by
Isrella Uong  16/F/Montreal
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