An intoxicating
woody
scent filled me up,
as I listened to you
joke about the
music selection.
This is our ritual.
And as I picked up
the next candle
I wasn’t sure If
I was more excited
to smell it
or
hear what you
had to say.
And now I am
alone,
with the scent
cashmere woods,
trying to convince
myself that I am
not thinking
about you.
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