Reminiscing

You smell like a memory 

-one I can’t quite place.

Though I find myself yearning

for the past that’s on your face.

Is it written in my childhood,

or memories on the wall?

Maybe when I left my home,

wandering the halls?

Your scent is simply captivating,

it leaves a familiar taste.

Upon my tongue and sullen heart,

is nostalgia laid to waste.

It's as if I almost knew you,

Somewhere far away.

Familiar stranger standing here,

your foreign eyes of pain.

Not quite navigated,

yet, evaporates in haste.

I feel something I had,

fading in this space.