thursday 08.06

The smell of her cologne lingers on my person like a sadness cometh over. She does not know me, she knows my name and what she knows she has assumed. And all the hours worth of promises she spoke about with conviction and detail surround her smile. Her thoughts many and my mind blank. I know what she represents and unfortunate as it might, she wanted it this way, needed it this way for some bizarre reason only she can explain, just as she explains everything else. In a riddle or a tall tale, she tells and some people, mistakenly listen. And I walk away to the scent that only she in her uniqueness makes this day or any day hereafter.

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