An Ode to T.O.

I think with each day it gets harder. Not just emotionally, but physically too. It's so hard knowing that there's someone out there who's so perfect for you, and who you're perfect for, but you can't have them. Not really.
You get quick glimpses of them from time to time, and often you get a reminder. A reminder that's kinda like a little memory whiff of something so far away.
A whiff of that certain aroma they had, or a whiff of the way that you felt being carried around like you were some esteemed prize, or a whiff of the way your lips pressed together and how soft they were after each departure of contact.
And sometimes I guess it all catches up faster than I anticipated. Because I'm suddenly overwhelmed with a glimpse and a reminder and a whiff. And it all comes crashing down on me. Even though I'm filled with so much joy of getting that feeling, my eyes are welling up and I can't speak and I become light-headed and the only thing I'm really capable of doing is forming a ball with my body for a fraction of time until I'm hit with reality again.



Then I remember that it's ok
that you'll be around again
and that soon my glimpses,
reminders,
whiffs
will be something more.
Something real.