Memories

The smell of you; your fragrance.
The sweet aroma lingers.
I smell it everywhere I go,
From the tips of the Earth
To the deepest, darkest place.
It seems as though I'm being followed...
Not by a predator,
Unless that's what you are
The way you ripped out my heart.
The memories of you haunt me.
I can feel your presence near me,
Though you don't care anymore.
Photographs of you chip my soul
Like sandpaper on my lips, you are gone
And all that remains are memories.