LOVER’S PERFUME

There was a time when he was good to me,
When he treated me like a flower.
The tables soon turned, all the coins flipped,
His ugly side then came to power.

Smiles changed to frowns, days into weeks,
When I realised there was nothing left to redeem.
The songs we once used to hum to,
Now became the midnight devil’s theme.

There was peace at last and solitude too,
For I gathered up courage to claim,
What’s mine is mine, and you keep yours,
As my ears twitched each time I heard his name.

Now I sit here and think of all that I could recall
From the time he told me we were destined.
The hugs and kisses I could have once died for,
Now made me feel heavy and coffined.

His charm seems stale and the eyes so blank,
The tricks that worked became magic so dark.
The love, the care, laughs and tears,
Were forgotten as a new journey I was about to embark.

Alas! That one want I kept hidden inside,
Became the sole cause of my hysteria.
The sweet sweet scent that came from within him,
Became my judgement criteria.

The aroma so pure, aquatic and magical
Dives in and out each day.
No talking out of it, no cure at all.
I breathe and dream and desire in dismay.

A dismay so strong, knowing there’s nothing to be done
Except to cry out in pain.
No one could fathom the lengths of this sorrow,
Like on a bright sunny day, the longing of rain.