I still can’t believe it, your scent.
I can’t get rid of it, it’s seeped (deeply) into me.
This must be a dream. Quickly wake me up
I wake up from my long sleep and pass a road darkened by the dusk lost in deep thought, I picture you again.
I throw a stone at a still lake.
I draw a small circle again and again.
I picture you, I picture you.