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.

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