It's been years, since i lost essence of her perfume, call me crazy, that moment when i start feeling her presence around me i start sweating & i go numb, like a void, forgetting every existence of this world , but i will never forget to enjoy the smell of her, the perfume she uses is a mystery, or maybe it just her own smell, i always wanted to stay hours to read the stories she hide behind her eyes, those illusion i made now become poetries, warming her lips in a rain, the way she rest her head on my shoulder while walking, i do remember each and everything the way time made her as my memories without our permission, i do remember, and still listening her name makes my heart skips a thousand beats.
© vichus