The smell of old spice
In the air
It frightens
Excites and reminisces
Deep within my nares.
My skin reacts as if
In preparations
For the taste of his lips.
My mind freezes in fear
That he's possibly near.
My feet increase
Their patterned pace
In hurried escape
To protect my fragile,
slow, growing peace.
Not realizing my eyes
(Shut tight
With amazing might)
Were mistaken,
It wasnt him.
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