Your Scent
I buried my face in your chest,
your warm, welcoming scent filling my nostrils to the brim.
This is as close to Heaven as I will ever get,
my brain is taking Polaroids
so I will remember this exact moment when you have gone.
Your arms held me like they’d never let me go,
like you had no indecisions.
So why did you let go?
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