The carpet's still bleeding your scent

wrote this 2005 about memories

My habitual smiles drop at your feet
As you speak, I crumble-crash to the floor
is this what you thought we'd become?
Seeing and knowing you weighs heavily
The 'want' is far too strong to be fighting alone
but should I have expected anything more?
Our memories sit cramped-distorted in my room
Passing, I'm ever so tempted to touch, to feel again
was it really all that bad?
You treat it as though it were
I pretend to have moved on, cheating my way out
how can you look so good now when I know you haven't changed?
[Somewhere inside, I know you have]

but the carpet's still bleeding your scent...