Cashmere Woods

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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