Happiness does have a smell

You're there in my memories, haunting the corridors.

Every now and then I think of you. Nostalgic for a time when we existed in the same universe.

Afternoons spent laying on the floor in your workshop, the heavy scent of leather in the air. I could watch you for hours as you crafted.

Nights spent on your motorcycle as we road around town.

I forgive you for leaving. I forgive you for the lies that fell from your lips.

Trying to exist when all you knew was war. Perhaps it was inherited.

You tried so hard to shield me from the truth, and protect my heart. But it was inevitable.

I would follow in your footsteps, and yet stumble.

Who am I without you?