A piercing look, imprinted in your mind.
His perfume lingers in the depths of your tangled hair.
A warm glow radiates from your pores into the universe.
Minutes pass..days...weeks....
The once imprinted image merges into a million more
Washed hair smells unlike what you once knew
The remnants are synapses working to convince you of
something so real, so beautiful.
And the ache in your once glowing heart.
