Leftovers

Sativa Sweet

A hint of bubble gum

Ocean and Axe Sportblast

It is your smell.

I bask in the memory of it.

It's on my clothes, my hair.

It follows me everywhere I go.

I hope it never leaves.

I breath it in deep. Capturing it like a memory.

I want to grasp every detail. Worried that I will forget it.

I will forget you.

Impossible.

"I can't believe we will know each other for the rest of our lives. It'll be like growing up together."

Those words ring in my ears. Repeating over and over again.

Sending shivers down my spine.

I focus on the leftovers. Because until you come back that it all I have.

Come back to me!