and thats the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings
and longing stares
theyre born from just one single glance but they die,
and they die,
and they die, a million little times
leave the perfume
on the shelf,
that you picked out just for him
so you leave no trace behind,
like you dont even exist
take
the words for what they are
a dwindling
mercurial high
a drug that only worked
the first few hundred times