I never realized that smells were quite important. I only did when I stopped smelling your scent. There’s a bite to your scent, a kind of spice that fits with me perfectly. I miss you more when instead of you on my jacket, there’s something different. And this different is not better. Nothing could be better.
All I want is you to fill up my room, fill this space. Instead there’s this cloud sticking to me that makes me frown. And it makes me miss you.
I hate that you’re leaving.