Your smell is impregnated in between the cracks of my hand, each and every single cell that conforms my left hand tissue now smells like you, and I don't know wether to love it or hate it. I am carrying you with me wherever I go and the constant reminder that you were here and now you are not is always present. My hand smells like the smell I desire to wake up to, yet I open my eyes and what I find is my hand instead of your lovely eyes and I frown, you should be here

My hand smells like you and I try to ingest that smell until there is none left. Carry you within me and never forget it, to try to keep you in my head and make sure I didn't just made you up inside here.