Remember my scent
Remember my touch
Remember how it felt.

Remember it all,
Now put it in a box
Now close it tight
Now Keep it in a place with enough light
A place you can see,
But can't reach.

It will always be there
Unopened
Unreached
Untouched
But there.

It will not reach you
Will not touch you
But there.

It is
But is not.

Keep it,
At a distance
Of three feet.
Don't delete it
-one doesn't delete the past-
But don't inhale it
It will ***** your head
make you mess the facts.

Three feet
Away
Until the three feet could be two
And one
And zero
Without a heart that aches.

Until it's just box
In a place with enough light
That you can see
But don't wish
To reach.