Keepsake

You still occupy my thoughts.

As if even time can’t erase you from my mind.

As if your unforgettable words were tattooed onto my brain.

Your intoxicating scent bottled and spilled all over my wardrobe.

Your sweet kiss packaged into every packet of sugar.

I am spoiled with thoughts of you

but not with you,

yourself.

A pitiable substitute,

I indulge in an extra cube of sugar,

another spritz of your cologne on my pillow.

I surrender to my nostalgia

and dream of a we that will never be.

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