Lost to the world,
Seeing nothing, hearing nothing.
Lost deep in thought,
Or dreaming of the stars.
And yet, there's something there.
I dread contact, but wishing for it.
And then, there it is.
A faint scent, that grows in strength.
My heart flutters, and clenches.
Because I know that scent.
And I know who comes, and now I look.
For that slight chance to see you.
And yes, there you are.
Beautiful in face, beautiful in grace.
That soft smile that haunts me,
A mere ghost in my memory.
Is almost enough to cripple me.
The smell of your perfume fogging my mind.
Emptying it of all else, filling it with you.
Lost to the world again, blind to anything but you.
Deaf to anything, but you.
And then the moment is over.
Again, as always, you are gone.
But even though, it's still hard to breathe.
Hard to see, hard to walk.
The painful need I feel, overwhelming.
The desire, suddenly sickening.
After I rest, on I go.
But...
I can still smell that perfume.
Still, I hear your voice.
Never will I forget.
