I just got a whiff of you
and the place you stood last,
the corner of my bedroom
where your air simmers fast.

In some ways, it was grey,
a fraction of our whole,
now it has been divided –
but now, you seem so cold.

What was once a bloom
she bit the petals away, wilt
our single lovely air bead
swallowed under her gloom.  

I just got a whiff of you
and the place you stood last,
just here beside me but feels
like something I never had.