Bittersweet

It smelled of you—
That room, I mean.
The place you frequented,
Lived, slept, and grew.

It made me feel hazy,
As though, all at once,
I was no longer a
Tangible being,
But something more
Ethereal and ghostly...

It made me long for
Those days that you spent
In my arms and I in
Your heart and mind—
My name was always on
Your tongue, then.

Where did they go?

It’s bittersweet, you know—
Spending time with her.
I remember the good with
A smile on my face and
A thread of gold lifting my heart,
But I long for her all the more
When I see her or smell her.
For I know that we cannot,
And will not, be together.

—C.R.E.