You Left Your Perfume

You left your perfume On my shirt. You were looking for your earrings Underneath the bed. I was standing in the doorway Watching you get dressed. You found one by the window. We couldn't find the other one. You laughed and said, "Forget it." I said, "Yeah, whatever." You put your hair up slowly. Checked yourself in the mirror. Then you kissed me by the doorway like you Knew it wouldn't last. You said, "Text me when you wake up." I said, "We'll see." You smiled like you knew I'd probably never Sleep. Your perfume On my shirt. Your, your, your perfume. That's what hurts. I, I, I-I-I, can wash it. I can change. But your perfume won't wash Away. Your, your, your, your Perfume-fume-fume-fume-fume-fume On my shirt. Your, your, perfume. That's what Hurts-hurts-hurts-hurts-hurts-hurts-hurts. I found your earring in the morning right beside The sink. I put it in the little dish Where you used to leave your things. I almost called to tell you, then I saw The time. Funny how one little object can keep Someone alive. You said, "Text me when you wake up." I said, "We'll see." Now I'm standing in the kitchen trying not to Think of you. Your perfume On my shirt. Your, your, your perfume. That's what hurts. I, I, I, can wash it. I can change. But your perfume Won't wash away. Your, Your, your perfume On my shirt. Your, your, your, your perfume. That's what hurts. You left your perfume On my shirt.