Aftershave

A remnant of you is left on my pillow

After you've gone, it still comforts me

I relish it as I relished you

The morning reminder a fragrant dew.

When we embrace I am incensed

It clings familiarly to my coat and scarf

You marked me with it

I belong to you and I willingly submit

I was cold and you lent me your hoodie

Immersed in your protective scent

I let it seep into my skin

As you envelop me in a warm grin

But now

a man walks by me

Or sits beside me

He does not walk like you, nor talk like you

But I smell 

my pillow

your hoodie

and our embrace

and all I see

is your sweet face.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

I was once a bad boy who went away from time to time. I used to use Aramis as aftershave. My wife would pour some drops upon my pillow and find nominal comfort embracing a pillow that smelled like me, but wasn't me, and should have been me...such a foolish, selfish, lazy, irresponsible young man was I...your poem brought back memories touched me which is really what it's all about. :) i appreciate having read it. Thank you

[Mara]

this is really good, great rhyme and flow, i never would've thought a poem about aftershave could be so lovely, thanks for sharing this great poem!:)

[David Scott]

Yes, the sense of smell stimulates memory better than almost any other. Even sight seems to be less able to bring the mind back to a specific moment like smell does.
I hope they are happy memories for you.
A believable write and a snap shot or scent to remind me of the loves in my own life...