Senses and Rain

I wake up smelling the shirt I slept in
My rainy perfume mingled
with spicy aftershave
It makes me gag
reminds me of him
and last night.

A month later
I'm getting out of the shower, I find the perfume
I haven't worn since then
The sweet water smell
for a moment seems combined
with sick spice
though none is nearby
at any rate
I see his face


I never knew you had a scent
Until I went somewhere
and you weren't there
but I smelled flowers and trees
and wanted to touch you
I inhaled your false presence, my mood uplifted
and hoped it wouldn't
make me sick
someday.