you were amiss, the space where you sat empty, only the hint of your perfume remains, exotic flavours, too hard to single out one particular scent in the grand masterpiece.
i take a slow, deep breath in, trying to figure out a name to place in its absence, but, i don't know.
for how can i place such a mundane word to such poignant smell, but, i think november would do, don't you?