Like a scent that stills my soul, you come into my life.
You knock upon my door, though I’m someone else’s wife.
My morals have been tempted, as you hold the only key,
slowly giving back pieces of the younger parts of me.
They fall like a puzzle, in a pile at my feet
As I watch a stranger plan with you, how we both will meet.
My life becomes a web of lies, as I crave to smell again,
the scent that led me, into this dangerous lion’s den.
We do the dance for months, until I close the door,
telling you I just can’t be this stranger anymore.
And so I return to the life where I feel that I belong.
I ask you to move on and tell you to be strong.
And yet I know you linger, and you are watching me.
Sometimes I wonder, if my heart will ever be set free.
For that scent is on our skin, from all those years ago,
I still smell it every now and then, and needed you to know.