But it is an excerpt to say I love you.
This morning as I was driving I got a whiff of my own perfume.
Burberry classic.
They say you only smell your own perfume on you when it doesn't blend with your skin.
Mine doesn't, not to me atleast, it isn't mine.
I remember your brown sweater and your stripped scarf.
Burberry imbedded into the fabric.
I would couple them with my brown shoes and jeans and would strut my way through the Fens.
Warmth
Layer, bundle, wrap.
Layer your shirts,
Bundle your sweater,
Warp your scarf .
Easy as 123, there is no such thing as cold, only the absence of heat.
Keep the heat in.
Un-wrap, scent.
Un-bundle, scent.
Un-layer, scent.
Whoops take that back put back a layer, you're naked fool.
The smell so potent everyone would think it was my scent.
Wrong.
Only I knew they were wrong.
It wasn't mine it was Lolas.
I don't really think I gave you the chance to wear that sweater, that scarf or that perfume as a matter of fact.
This morning. I remembered you, how much I missed you.
The how muches can go on forever...
I never really said thank you enough. Actually I don't think I ever said it.
Maybe I wrote it but I never uttered the words.
I never really extended my arms to give you a warm hug even after you taught me how to give hugs.
Sorry.
I always hoped you knew how much I loved you but actions are louder then words.
Now I am simply too far away to show you anything
Scents and visuals seem to be what's left behind from all the absentees
This morning as I was driving I got a whiff of my own perfume.
Burberry classic.
They say you only smell your own perfume on you when it doesn't blend with your skin.
Mine doesn't, not to me atleast, it isn't mine.
I remember your brown sweater and your stripped scarf.
Burberry imbedded into the fabric.
I would couple them with my brown shoes and jeans and would strut my way through the Fens.
Warmth
Layer, bundle, wrap.
Layer your shirts,
Bundle your sweater,
Warp your scarf .
Easy as 123, there is no such thing as cold, only the absence of heat.
Keep the heat in.
Un-wrap, scent.
Un-bundle, scent.
Un-layer, scent.
Whoops take that back put back a layer, you're naked fool.
The smell so potent everyone would think it was my scent.
Wrong.
Only I knew they were wrong.
It wasn't mine it was Lolas.
I don't really think I gave you the chance to wear that sweater, that scarf or that perfume as a matter of fact.
This morning. I remembered you, how much I missed you.
The how muches can go on forever...
I never really said thank you enough. Actually I don't think I ever said it.
Maybe I wrote it but I never uttered the words.
I never really extended my arms to give you a warm hug even after you taught me how to give hugs.
Sorry.
I always hoped you knew how much I loved you but actions are louder then words.
Now I am simply too far away to show you anything
Scents and visuals seem to be what's left behind from all the absentees
Beyond passive voice.
Thank you.
I love you.
I love you.
