Aug 26, 2025
Smelled Like You For Days
You left that night like it was nothing. Just a favor. Just a quick visit. Just a virus cleanup.
But the apartment smelled like you for days.
Your perfume clung to my couch. Your jacket brushed my arm. Your breath hit my skin and refused to leave.
I kept replaying it.
The way you stood up. The pause before you opened the door. Like you were about to say something.
But didn’t.
Did you know I touched myself that night?
Of course you didn’t.
You always leave just before it gets real.
That’s your magic.
And your curse.
