Whenever we are far,
Far away from each other,
I think of you in scents.
Like a faint fragrance,
Passing away in a breeze,
Washing over you,
Waiting to slip away.
Like a wave of Jasmine in the air,
Blooming, flowing, caressing my hair,
Like a whiff of cool air in summery nights,
Curling my lips in a sweaty smile,
Like the rush of feelings under a stary sky,
As I watch a thousand fireflies fly.
You bathe me,
Leaving me wanting for more,
Like the first kiss, when lips let go.
Pulling me,
Out from my reverie,
Like the smell of freshly grounded coffee beans.
Then as I walk amidst a crowd,
Glued to screens, fast and loud,
You pass by me,
A familiar scent on an unknown face,
Slipping past in a sickening haste,
Teasing me to a game of chase-
I turn, I see, I smile.
You fade away in a thousand screens,
A million screams,
Yet stay with me, untouched, unseen.
And every night on my bed,
My pillows under my head,
You sneak up behind me,
And cuddle in,
Smelling of seasons,
Of flowers, of rains,
Strong yet soothing,
Old and yet so new.
The smell of home,
And in that, I know it's you.
- Shy