The smell

The smell, the touch, and the warmth,
All intact for quite some hours.
No sooner you walk out of the door,
I run to the window for one last glimpse
Watch you pull out of the driveway
Till you vanish out of the vicinity
The dust and the rubble, all settle down
Yet I stand frozen, with an unsetteled mind
Your disheveled self is all gone, and yet-
The smell, the touch, and the warmth,
All intact for quite some hours

Your skin on mine, and as you hold my hand
For a splits second, I see our souls align
Day to days, and weeks to months
The same sparks and yet the same cycle
Guilt sorrounds everytime I stand by the window
Resistant to turn around and face the four walls that sorround
Unable to proceed towards the reality inbound
You are a short-lived ecstacy or a nasty addiction
Killing me from within and making me wonder
Your disheveled self is all gone, and yet-
The smell, the touch, and the warmth,
All intact for quite some hours