I used to love you more than  life itself,
A time so long ago that I forgot.
Today I’m just a miserable self.
But  then again, I haven’t yet forgot.

I am not like the other people here,
But solitude has been my greatest gift.
I journeyed by myself and found you near;
You gave this lonely hitchhiker a lift.

I used to always rush to what is new,
But there’s been nothing new since I found you.
Found in you, through you, I was made anew.
And I’ve been made anew again, tonight.

Do you still love me more than life itself?
Do you still love me, Joe, the miserable self?

Josyift, 2023

Author: the Fragrance Writer

An Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry

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