Goodbye

Nothing was said,

but every word has been forgotten,

like so much that went before,

and from that moment

I learned one thing,

I hate goodbyes

Forgotten, 

like the smell of your perfume 

dabbed lightly on your collarbone

applied softly, 

and to the back of each wrist,

wishing I would notice?

How you ran the back of your fingers 

across my cheek,

lingering,

giving me goosebumps every time.

I inhale the sweet aroma of rain 

as I loiter outside,

alone.

Trying to remember

the beautiful words that flowed 

so dangerously fast out of our mouths,

out of our eyes,

drowning us.

Were they ever spoken?

Then somehow you gracefully faded from my life.

I watched you go

Like my foggy breath rises

then melts away in the winter air.