I pour the scent into my hand
Intense - overpowering - shock to my senses
I see myself opening letters and sighing
Sitting on the floor and crying

Models and images of a lingering past
      of an unfading point of sensation
      that won't go away
Periodically intensifying as if to remind me

I open my mouth to ask her:
      "Does this seem weird to you?"
but she's already talking
already giving me my answer

Her scent is all over me
      and I am silent.
I wait for a result.
I wait for it to end.