Transference

He owns
an inimitable scent
that settles
in my skin
and hair.

Sometimes
I carry it
with me, surreptitiously
returning to his
remains throughout
the day.

Other times
I rinse him
down the drain
in a desperate
appeal for
self preservation.

Today, I
am somewhere
in between;
one essence
and distillation.

(In rememberance of where we were this time last year. I miss him so.)