Remnants of your scent

Eyes closed… room dark…. Remnants of your scent linger… you smell so good…. My mind is pacing, my heart… racing. I try to think of something, anything other than you but your scent lingers. I inhale… my heart speeds up… pounding so intensely, I clutch my chest for fear of it leaping from my body. I lay here eyes closed in the dark begging my heart for mercy as thoughts of you consume my mind…. I become angry… angry with you for invading my thoughts… angry with myself for allowing those thoughts to become feelings…. I lay here in the dark eyes closed savoring the remnants of your scent… trying to make sense of it all, trying to convince myself that if I open my eyes these thoughts of you will disappear…. But my eyes remain closed, I’m held captive by the thought of what could be…. So in this dark room with your lingering scent I drift away allowing my thoughts to become dreams