The aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans The crick-crack rhythm of lazy stumbling steps and tired unused joints The cluttered kitchen layout of your dorm room, littered with ***** towels and stale, worn-out pants Still the scene reminds me of a distant home that kindled warmth in my soul. I can still feel the hurt burning holes through splotches of wasted time. Actually, time is never wasted, just perpetual. Maybe I am anxious because Iβd rather Time went on without me. I donβt care to skip this feeling over for the days to come Like a pebble over the river, creating ripples that grow and fade. I recall tangled limbs, messy sheets, sweaty hair, annoying alarms, early sunrise, your sleepy face. Your smell, so pleasantly sweet: Cucumber melon and shower gel I cannot place. I miss the way you breathe in my scent Trace the outline of my skin, refresh my lips with a teasing kiss show me how a good morning is spent. Seems like it's been a hundred years since then.