A subtle sweetness always reminds me of you,
It lingers on my clothes and in my sheets.
The air seems colder without your body;
Chamomile’s sister is your scent: it dizzies me and soothes.
But I remind myself that
All you are is a purple weed growing out of place;
Untamed and sensitive to boredom,
Grabbing at the pretty flowers that
Grow next to you.