Scent

Smells confound me.
How can a smell draw me down
A road I seem to remember.
Why does each step seem more familiar?
I'm still that visitor,
With the smeared ink
Denoting my name and existence.
The only thing keeping me dry,
Is the fact that I'm desperately
Beating back the tears
With words of detachment.
As I gaze into the mirror
Probing my intentions.
I find them pure,
And just.
I'm just jealous.
Green with an envy I have never known.
Never known until today.
How silly am I to be so strong,
But brought down by the natural fragrance,
Of a beautiful girl.