That lingering perfume
The whiff of your shampoo
The clanging of bangles when you leave the room
Every morning after a bath
When you come and kiss me
I can smell your soap and feel your hand on me
During breakfast while eating eggs
When you look at me, I know you do
I know there is love but there is more pity
The stink of helplessness and the odour of incapacity
Does your scent cover it or can you still smell it
Is that why you bought the perfume
