Life is so sad and joyful
at the same time
We meet by chance
and say hello to each other

We touch, we get close,
we mix in our own orbit
for a while
for an unknown time

And then
later on
we become for each other
less and less visible
till the other is completely
gone...

All process of losing the sight of someone
Seems to be as secret as it
was at the beginning
when we met by accident

Like a fragrance of a perfume
on my wrist that I put on
in one of the duty free shops at the airport...

Remembering me
the scent of a lover

So rich and tasteful
in the beginning
as the first spark of an attraction

So, heady
by the alcohol of the perfume
like the blinding first days of love

Who is able to try and discover
the deep tones of a fragrance?
To get a small hint of
how rich and deep it could be...

Where are these two
to keep on supplying
the perfume of a love affair?

The fragrance of a perfume
on my wrist is gone now..

Love and perfume
has a nice similarity
you either like it or not
It can disappear
and lose an aroma
forever

But still, it can bring a nice memory
Each time, hopefully
when by chance
we accidentally
smell a perfume again