Now I understand why you always gave me perfume
They must have felt like a reflection of yourself
Sweet smelling, clinging to me – making me feel beautiful for a moment
Then vapourise in an instant
Can you ever get, if you never give? Will you ever understand?
So many years have passed, yet I remember the scent
A whiff remains on the leather strap of my watch, or maybe I imagine it
I guess that’s all you’ll ever be
A memory of the could have been.