How I Breathe

There are many scents I take in when I breathe, 

But I can't live without the one left behind when you leave.

It's hard to describe the feelings I get.

I just know I'm brought back to the day that we met.

I'm haunted by this scent when my mind pictures you

And I remember the times when it was only us two. 

Ever so often when I feel the scent has fled,

I take a breath in and it's back in my head.

This scent fills my lungs, it's the only air I need.

I let it consume me, that's just how I breathe.

 

 

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