That familiar scent

You used to tease me with it

You never divulged

It was a hint smoky

A hint floral

A hint of wind from the heavens

As if you jumped up and used the sun

The air as you walked by stopped traffic

A pheromone for sure

Almost visioning men following in droves

Like a scene from an old movie….

Love potion number 9

You: always wanting an audience

Me: deciding not to let you win any more

You: constantly trying

Me: always pretending

You: frustrated and crying inside

Me: comforting and laughing inside

But I will never forget the way I felt

The way you wanted me to

The way at first I did

Then I had to change

But that smell still haunts me…


2017 Copyright Paul McAleavey


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