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