the last time i had chinese food
we drove for a while,
and i had hope then (for
you and me).
the scent in my car can almost brought
back the touch of your hand.
ti’s funny how the subconscious blocks out the most painful,
but the mind remembers what it once missed most.
redolence is always hardest for me to ignore.
i proved myself canine,
tracing, trailing after you.
you have seen me chase many things,
but my loyalty was shaken
when you broke my teeth slamming on the brakes.
i can sense change
both the scent in the air
and the mentality i breathe back out.
i can’t decide if it’s a good or bad
thing when i remember that honestly,
you never liked chinese food anyway.