you know that feeling when you
walk down the street and you smell
someones cologne and it
makes you believe for that tiny
moment
that person is them
the warmth and comfort of
sweet memories if you
shut your eyes it is them
right with you
we breathe in their air; their
thoughts their souls
well
shouldn't this be why home
is not a place its a
person because i want
to wake up with that feeling
every morning and
every time i walk out from
the world in the door i want it
to fill my lungs
i want it to take me back
to the first thing i recognised
you by
the incense against your
wrists
and how the cells and your
body made it to mix
everything that you would
be
the strongest of all our
memories.