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I could smell you in my room last night

as I drifted into a light sleep

a soft breeze caressing my naked limbs and the

sweet musty scent of you (a man who never wore aftershave).

How you got there I do not know,

you’ve never even seen the inside of my small apartment before

but you were there

I could smell you

And feel your breath on the nape of my neck.

 

You do not believe in the things I do…

the ability to travel whilst laying somewhere silent…

the thought of projecting your soul somewhere where

you most want to be….

But you should,

you have managed to do it without even realising.

 

You never spoke to me…

just laying there silently breathing and your head buried

between my shoulder and my neck…

the smell of your unwashed hair so familiar

and I found comfort in knowing you were thinking of me

But I asked you to leave…

How am I able to forget you when I can still smell you

upon my skin?