I shouldn’t have taken the last shot
Which had the familiarity of your lips
The essence sweet on my breath
Like the recollections it conjured
I shouldn’t have taken the last drag of that cigarette
Engulfing me in a putrid cloud I’ve adapted to
Which stained my sweater with a fragrance
Tainted, yet treasured like our past
I should have thrown away the sweater
The one you leant me that smelled of yourself
This Fragrance of longing
Inhibits desires too far-gone
These addictions of which you succumbed to concoct this aroma
Now encircle me, as they’ve become habits of my own
As much as I try to remember
Forgetfulness blankets over
And I can’t decide which is less harmful
—amanda maurer
Flommist Amanda Maurer likes art and bugs. She is also an introverted artist with a lot to say. Heavy tea drinker. Finds joy in simple aspects of life. Copyright © 2016 Amanda Maurer. Image composited by mehallo feat. Amanda Maurer, Sven Svancara and Kristin Valentine Beuchler.
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