He Smelled Like Forever
He smelled like forever
As if forever could be measured by time
He smelled like an eternity
Of sunshine
Beautiful rain as it would seem
A subtle combination of uneasiness
That was his scent
He carried it like an old picture
Battered around the edges from his personal war
Against the phantom, he seemed to be
His fight was not for want or need
Rather for an identity, he sought
A recognition of sorts
He bled it
Wanted it badly
Like a dream that was never his reality
He smelled of fear and failure
As if success was too much to carry
He smelled of a long lost misery
As if the pain was his to bury
Maybe he smelled of comfort and familiarity
Beautiful wishes left unsaid
Broken promises
Dead on the sidewalk where his heart used to be
He smelled of mystery
Of a fragrance in time
He smelled like an eternity
And in all his failure he was mine
To love
To hold
To have
To behold
A thousand times he was mine