passenger seat in your beatdown CRV
at one am
70 down to the interstate
left hand in yours your flannel in my right
pressed against my nose
something so reassuring about your aroma
and it's not the cologne you spent a weekend's paycheck on
or the same deodorant you've been using since the day i met you
but simply you
you smell like home and every time i'm in your arms
for those minutes that seem like forever when i close my eyes and my faces hits your chest
i am no longer homesick
- orion vanessa
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Poetryto all the lovesick dreamers and broken hearted this one's for you ©️luckybluees not all poems are mine.
