A scent that threatened to disperse me in particles of hope (idea)

Not only is your shirt unnaturally soft
it holds covert powers.
tucked under my pillow,
I know it is there
lying in wait

Should I be foolish enough to roll over,
reckless enough to hold it to my face,

"Look mom no hands" careless

I would fall over the edge.
Into the memory of you -
as if you were here.

Closing my eyes and inhaling
your echo

_{For chras4}