That Scent in Your Perfume

In the soft glow of the evening light, I saw you there, a breathtaking sight. Your beauty was clear, a vision so rare, Yet confusion struck me, deep in the air. The scent of your perfume, a delicate grace, Reminded me painfully of a past embrace. It lingered like shadows from a time gone by, A fragrance that made my heart silently sigh. Her perfume had once filled my nights with dread, A toxic reminder of words left unsaid. Now your sweet scent, so unexpectedly near, Brings back old memories, sharp and unclear. That night, I drank deeply, seeking to drown The hurt and the pain that had held me down. When morning arrived, in a foggy dismay, I questioned if it was real or a nightmare’s display. You stood there, a vision of beauty and grace, But the scent of the past still clouded my space. Can I break free from the chains of old pain? Or will the past’s perfume always remain? In the light of the dawn, as the old shadows fade, I wonder if love’s true path can still be laid. Caught between memories and hopes that seem small, Can I trust in this love or just stumble and fall?