I still smell your scent ,
A scent that always fits you
Your fresh cologne ,
That dangles heavily in the air
I still see your smile
In other people's faces
The way your lips curve
And how it shows your teeth bare
I still see you sometimes
But then I realize it wasn't really you
This person in front of me is just
As tall as you, and has the same hair
I try to remember from time to time
You hand, your embrace,
Or maybe even you kiss?
And in the air, I stare
I don't really like talking about it
But after all, I guess the feeling
Never really goes away
The memories might start to fade
Seeing our hearts from afar
In this poem, I don't resent you
Yet I won't also want you back
It's just that I want you to know
There's a lot out there, after us.