Literature
draw me back
I haven't seen you in a long time, not since everything fell apart.
I don't know what prompted me to visit you again, to stand immersed in your apartment, the smell of sandalwood and freshly baked bread.
The bathroom smells like your shampoo. It's the same type, but a different smell without the scent of my shaving cream intermingled and suspended in steam, swirling within my chest as I watched your silhouette move behind the translucent glass.
The visit is pleasant; sweet, reminiscent, loving almost like it used to be before everything became debauched and blown out of proportion.
Yet