A scent of you

The simple act of opening a bottle of you. That's what I do when all the missing is overflowing.
I close my eyes and your scent makes me feel closer, it lingers in my memory for a while and it feels so good, like reconnecting to you once again.
I feel as if I am lying down next to you and my body all follows the yearn and burn to have you, but when I reach out it is all emptyness.
Before, I used to try to get rid of these feelings on some entertainment, in some meaningless fun, although it never worked out, because as I closed my eyes there was you in my thoughts.
Now I go through your pictures trying to find what I missed.
Going over our best moments together I can just feel the intensity of what once was.
Sometimes it makes me feel like this sick person unable to overcome the past, sometimes I just let go to what is left and keep burning it little by little until one day it will be gone.
I try to hide this bottle of you, albeit I can't, for it is the only thing I have left from you.
I wonder why we never took pictures together, I was always too shy to ask, and you didn't seem to mind. I wish I had more registered moments of us, but there are only a few, from a time and a place that now just seems so long ago.
I found you wandering in the night and I thought it would be for good. However life has always something hidden and turns everything upside down.
I need my bottle of you so I can be sure this once was true.
So I can believe that what still lives in me is more than illusions.