What If

Poem By Vanessa Brown

I always associated you
With the smell of my hand soap
And the smell of my pillow
Whenever we talked
I was already in bed

I always washed my hands before bed

All those discussions and dreams
Are what shaped my every view of you
I hardly know you anymore
You hardly look at me anymore

I can’t remember the smell of that soap now

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