Your scent lingers
through the night
never leaving me.
It ripples across the bed sheets
only as a memory.
It tiptoes across the shaggy carpet,
scurrying through the house.
It's the shadows on the walls,
that creep in my sight.
Your scent is an entity.
There, but not there too.
It's mixed in with my sweet perfume.
Your scent, it dances,
across the wooden floors,
leaving a hand print
on each and every door.
Even when you're gone,
you're never far away,
because your scent it lingers,
in each and every way.