The words I couldn't say;

Chanel N°5 Roaming

Your scent drowns me in lost memories and what used to be or what could've been.

My body enters into a sense of panic and longing when I smell that sweet vanilla flower nectar-scented perfume engraved in my memories.

I would snuggle into that scent or get a wave of it every time we interlocked lips and exchanged the most intimate exchanges in my dimly lit room.

Now I just get a waft of it in the halls as I pass you by, and I can't help but look around and hope you're looking for me too.

- Quil Penn