I smelled you just now walking down the street
Near the coffeehouse we have sat at so many times.
I turned and looked around only to find no one, actually
A lot of No One’s, it is not them I am longing for, not
Them I that I did smell walk past me a moment ago.
Smell has a way of pulling your mind into a movie
Of yesterday. In a single whiff, I see days, and months,
And weeks of loving you. I close my eyes long enough
To capture the essence of your aroma from within my
Nostrils and quickly create images of you in my mind.
An aroma, here as long as breath, breathed on a cold
Window, is all I need to make my heart burn. Your aroma
Is pain, and depression, and at the same time, longing
Yearning, wanting, and an insatiable desire. Your aroma
Is both life and death to me; breaking my heart, making my
Soul full of happiness and joy.
You are not here, on this corner, at this coffeehouse.
The aroma is maybe living on the wind, coming to me
Through your open window while you sleep. Creation
Knowing the pain of this distance, carries your aroma
To my nostrils to both comfort my longing heart and
Crush my needing want.
Never the less. Realizing that you are not here I close
My eyes again, and breathe in as deeply as I can to
Steal every fiber of your essence from this night air
So I can conjure images of you to brand into my brain.
My brain: a store house of beautiful mental portraits of you.
In the stillness of this moment I am comforted in the
Beauty and the pain of right now, because Creation,
Fate, destiny, time, space, or what ever this magic is
It lets me know that distance may separate me, but
I am never ever without you.
So I will just keep breathing you in.
