Sense Then

It took a very long time for your sweater to lose the smell of your cologne.

Though I hesitate on letting my mind still think of it as yours, the sweater, that is.

It has known my closet as its home for three years, and I won't deny I've worn it out more times than I can count.

It smells of me now, I guess.

Since, I smell of you mingled with spearmint and the last of your smokes.