I think you wished I hadn't said it

All day I worked next to a woman wearing lots o' patchouli. When we got back from lunch, she smelled slightly of cigarette smoke as well.

You wore patchouli that fall. I remember the scent, mixed with your skin and hair oil, so clearly. Spooning in my bed that afternoon, my back to the wall, telling you you smelled like home...


I thought of you all day. I tell myself I don't care.