Mixed with the smell of what makes you.
I can smell it now.
As you walk past me like I am merely a shadow of my former self, I can smell it.
Brings back memories of chilly nights.
Brings back memories of your long fingers trapped in mine.
It would wrap itself around me when you took me in your arms.
And stay with me long after you weren't wrapped around me anymore.
You walked in and walked out on me everyday.
But it stayed with me for a moment longer soothing me in my loneliness.
It seems was a truer companion than you were.
It understood things you refused to see in the darkness.
It is like oxygen to me.
My existence without it seems unlikely.
So walk past me again.
Walk through me if required.
I don't exist anymore.
I can't remember what I was.
I need your perfume to bring me back.