Smells hold memories.
The scent of something can contain a bit of your heart,
And when your nose catches that scent, there is no stopping the flood that occurs.
Images, flashes of faces, of feelings, of warmth, hit you.
One by one they ***** your skin,
Giving your heart jolts that you weren't prepared for.

When we were together, I used to go to my room to sleep,
And sometimes I could still smell your cologne on my arms,
And it was a comfort I could fall asleep with.
A piece of you was with me in your absence,
Embracing me, and lulling me to sleep.

The smells are faint now.
I tried so hard to wash you out of my skin, my life, my clothes.
I didn't want that flash of pain to occur any more.
Putting on a sweatshirt, or jacket
Just to catch the scent of you caught in the threads,
Was slowly driving me mad.