Perfume

It still lingered

Where she had been

Not as strong

As he remembered then

The sweetness of vanilla

Spice and petals

Warm and demure

Had continued to settle

Into and onto

His house, her things

It was to her scent

He tried to cling

But perfume fades

Far too fast

His time with her

Lost to the past

Heart notes of vanilla

Bittered by time

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