Aromanxiety

I’m in a crowd of unfamiliarity,
with strangers shooting daggers,
and judgements running rampant,
when suddenly I catch a whiff of you
– a blitzkrieg visceral assault of aching hues
of lingering fragrances that knock me from my post. […]

Aromanxiety 

I’m in a crowd of unfamiliarity, 
with strangers shooting daggers,
and judgements running rampant,
when suddenly I catch a whiff of you
- a blitzkrieg visceral assault of aching hues
of lingering fragrances that knock me from my post.
and suddenly time and space are warped,
suddenly it is years of scars and wounds ago,
suddenly we are falling all over again,
and then suddenly I come to,
in a crowd of unfamiliarity,
where you’re nowhere to be found.

-11-06-12-
M. L. Michael

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