A belonging

He doesn’t have a smell
Like all the others
And so I can only remember him
Through the places we’ve seen
A wiff paralyzed
Thus fewer occasions to accidentally be reminded
I don’t know if it was planned
But it hurts
Living
With an amputated scent.

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