If They Only Knew

Your scent still lingers
Nobody else can tell but me
They all think I'm crazy
They all think I'm creating it out of some need
A need of what?

Comfort?
If they only knew how much it effects me, they would understand

Security?
If they only knew how much I ache, they would understand

Connection?
If they only knew how painful the memory, they would understand

They would understand that your scent doesn't give me anything but grief

An instant reminder of what was and can never be again
Anguished that I'll never see you again
Angered that I'll never be with you again, share with you again

How is this possible?

If they only knew...