|Your Scent, Your Touch
By minstrelwarlock on 03/25/2009
I''m sitting on the couch with my eyes closed
So I smell your perfume before I see you.
And underneath is you, a scent of shampoo,
But underneath is you.
You walk slowly over, and I open my eyes
As you sit down next to me, almost carefully,
And bury your face in my shoulder.
I put my arm around you, knowing why,
And you cling to me like you''ll never let go.
And you never have until now.
I know what you''re going to say before it is said,
And there are tears in your eyes as you say it.
I feel a wetness in my own eyes
As I agree to just be friends, from now on.
I take away your guilt, in my confession,
That I would''ve said the same thing,
If only I''d had the courage to say it.
I''ll call you once in a while to catch up,
But never again will I smell you,
Bury my face in your hair,
As you sob, making my shoulder wet.
And I''ll never again be able to not mind.
We''ll see each other, once in a while,
At the store, or maybe at a party or two,
But we''ll never touch. Maybe a handshake,
But that''s it. We''re only friends, after all.
We cling together one last time,
And neither of us insists on staying in love.
Taylor J. Seyfert
© By minstrelwarlock On 3/25/2009 10:47:20 PM