Perfume

Mist laden view

Pale morning dew

I park my car

The door is ajar

Shape of a ghost haunting

Try to

Move me

Call out holy

There lay the cold

Stories of old

I scent perfume

I hear its tune

Maybe this stranger loves me

Try to

Move me

Call out holy

You move

You breathe

With you here I feel

Fear leave

Every last day

That haunted my past

Long may they stay

Lost in their fast