I am never going to forget how you smell.
After all, my bed smelled like your
perfume for months after we broke up.
In part because I only slept with girls
who wore the same brand.
I swear I wasn't being obsessive,
Columbia is just really fucking small.
You'll be happy to learn I ended up
exactly how you always said I would:
Caught between more women than I
have the capacity to care about.
The best part?
Not a single one smells like you do.
Not better and not worse but distinctly
nothing at all like you.
The worst part?
They all taste exactly like you do.