Your Smell.

Sometimes I smell you. You'd think this would be bring me small moments of bliss, euphoric seconds where I remember you suddenly, clearly and without hesitation, as if you are beside me. But these moments are instead scrambled rather than serene as I try to hold onto the smell before it leaves me, taking with it the comfort of your presence. I feel as if I am fighting to stay above water as I frantically attempt to hold it in my nostrils, to not lose it as it fades away into the sea of smells-body odor, too-sweet perfume, dust particles.

It is always like this with you; trying to grab onto you before you breast stroke away into the great black depths of water that I've tried to swim, but never make across.