Val's Narrative

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Your scent was my medicine 

Healing every wound and

Stopping every tear 

As soon as it hit my nose

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Your scent was my sedative 

When I would wake in fear 

And the only thing that could calm my anxiety 

Was sobbing into your arms

And smelling your strong perfume 

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Your scent was home

When you roamed around 

And it followed you,

A ghost between the walls 

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And your scent was oxygen

When the house was quiet 

And the air was lonely

But you walked through the door

And I could breathe again

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So it’s agonizing

Walking to my now home

And knowing that same ghost 

Of your scent won’t be near

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It’s agonizing

Coming home

And forcing myself 

To not expect your liveliness

To walk through the door 

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My medicine is out of reach

And unable to heal my wounds

Or stop any tears

So I let myself bleed

And I let my tears flood 

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If only your home was my home

Then maybe your scent would dance between my walls

And the bleeding would stop

And home would feel like home

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** Shout out to the amazing artist that drew the featured image in inspiration of this poem, Quinn Pasmantier, a second year student at Northeastern University. Much love for her and tons of admiration for her talent!