…I am breathing in and out, like i do every moment of every day, 
and then in the middle of an inhale, i find you inside my lungs, 
overtaking my sense of smell, enveloping my entire thought process. 

I look around, expecting to see you near, only to find i’m completely alone. 

Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me, but i could swear you were just here. 
And if it isn’t too much to ask, maybe you could come back and let me see you one more time. 
Maybe you’d let me hold you close and take in every moment, cementing it in my memory. 

And then maybe you’d turn and walk away - this time to stay gone - because these occassional appearances of your face, your touch, your smell, are going to be the death of me.