Those Damn Oils....

I smelled you the other day,
Walked thru a crowd of people

And smelled the oils you used to wear.
I looked around,
but you werent there.
I went to the stand and brought the oils just to burn in the house.
I just needed that feeling your presense brings.
But without your essence,
The oils did nothing for me.
Every now and again the universe tortures me with a breeze,
And I smell you briefly.
I used to love that scent,
Now I hate that shit.