When I left her she said…

“I wish I had a mind like my nose”…

I never knew just exactly what she meant

Until the day she told me of my scent

Which would linger with her for two to three days

But the thoughts remain much longer she’d say

She would’ve chose

If she had the choice

To have a mind like her nose

So she could easily forget my voice

While the smell leaves her nostrils

The memories still plague her head

She said she loved how I smelled

But she loved all the more what I said