The soft scent of my best friend's cologne,
Whips my, surprisingly
Clear mind, 
Back to a bittersweet haze of a night. 
***** lights bonfires in my throat
As Ed Sheeran plays tinny over the miniscule car speakers
My heart burns, 
Flames lick their way up my chest, 
My neck. 
They curl, almost comfortingly
Around my voice box
And so, 
I can't talk. 
But I manage, 
Painstakingly 
To drown the fire, just enough to scream the lyrics 
See, the love thrown at me by my friends, 
Like a blanket around a victims shaky shoulders, 
Was a dogs lick to my open wounds.
The music erased the last words he spoke to me, from the forefront of my mind
Even replaced the words, with a sweeter melody.
And I realised, 
Oh so suddenly 
That everything I know about him, 
All his little quirks, I noticed 
Apparent mostly in the darkest moments, 
Just before dawn
The things that made him, him 
Made him mine, 
Were all now, just 
Leftover, 
Seemingly meaningless, 
Facts.