Cologne

I longed to feel,
The safety that is real,
When someone stronger than you holds you near.

So I bought a cologne,
Sprayed it on the blanket I had sown,
And held myself tight as I slept on my own.


I remember,
Old days of December,
That felt warmer. Now there's just ember.

My face pressed,
Against the warmth of his chest,
I don't regret it, though he left like the rest.

I'd rather know,
I'd rather have it and never see it grow,
Then not have it at all and never know the meaning of home.