Scent

I hold my breath

So I don’t get a whiff

I hug you tightly

And your body goes stiff

You said my little arms won’t ever reach around

And you were right every time, my other hand, I never found

I couldn’t care less

That black is their attire

I need to get close

The need is now dire

I know you have to go

That much I understand

But I have something to tell you

Before God goes on with his plan

I loved when you let me dance on your feet

How you tapped on my shoulder to keep the beat

And when you worked late

You would always call

You told me goodnight

And I would talk just to stall

You would come home

Early in the day

I hugged you so fast

Your body would sway

Your scent always burned

So I learned to hold my breath

But when you didn’t come home

Your burning scent was your death