Days passing, months gone,
your scent no longer near,
the indescribable scent of only you.
My heart will never heal.
Yet you keep walking higher,
higher,
the clouds are surrounding you.
I stand captured in a single moment,
licking the salt off of my wounds.
My blood rushing out, splattered
on a deck of cards. Easing a crimson stream
along the cold tile.
Your scent no longer near.