Bittersweet...
or plain bitterness?
I strangely can't remember
The remnants of what had come to past
still ripping me apart

The faintest scent lingers
The scent I'd love to hate, hate to love
It's no longer a person that I miss
But pieces that remind me of who you were

A moment too short is a moment still
The memory had found its way to be kept
Hidden in the universe of my thoughts
Who knows when the smallest thing would trigger
The agony...the complacency...the bittersweet