That Perfume

I still remember that perfume

A teen boy lost but trying to find

That moment in the car to reach

And her recoil I’d lost my mind

 

And stars! I hated myself then

And mostly since the shame the doom

Of seeing myself through her eyes

But not forgetting

Her

 

Perfume

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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