I remeber the other day i was taking the bus and the man infront of me smelt just like you did.
I remeber just sitting their closing my eyes smelling him trying not to look silly.

But the moment was quickly ruined by someone lighting a smoke at the back seat.
But for that amazing time i was brought back to our time in the pink room
where we would lie their for hours just staring and stealing kisses lisening to our favourite sounds.

Thinking back to how my sheets would smell like you for days after and how i would never change them
as they brought me comfort having my favourite smell with me whilst i dreamt

Those days are dead now your smell,your kisses,those songs
And your dead to me