"His Scent..."

Letting go of his hand

Looking at his back as he goes 

Waiting for him to turn back and smile 

Will always be hard .....

But as his heart remains with me 

So does his scent 

His scent ,

Reminds me of the 

Way he looks at me 

That little mole on his nose,

The warmth of his hands 

The comfort in resting

my head on his chest .

The assurance in

those tough arms, and wide shoulders 

The way his eyes lights up

When thinking of doing something naughty 

The tenders of his lip on mine .

His scent holds all the Beautiful memories 

I have with him ,

Wishing for his scent to never fade ...