i caught a whiff of you, i would recognize that scent anywhere; the same scent that lingers at the back of my closet, still, even though i've washed your hoodie ten times over.
for just a second, i caught it on the draft and i held my breath for far too long, the same way i tend to when i smoke my cigarettes, until my head feels light and airy in the bad sort of way. for as long as i possibly could, i held you there, letting my blood cells pick you up and carry you through every inch of my body, filling me up.
and then the burning in my lungs was far too strong, the fire licking at my chest began to hurt more than it was worth, the deep ache by my heart was far too heavy, so i let go.
a deep exhale, a fresh breath in.
i sit and watch as everything changes
