Scent

I smell you at the strangest times.


That musky, almost sweet smell of your cologne, which I have forever attached to the thought of you, will  occasionally envelop me without any forewarning. 


Often it happens at work, and although it has become more and more frequent as of late, it still catches me completely off guard. 


I inhale and quite abruptly, you. You come to mind. Whatever I was doing prior to your rude interruption automatically ceases. After a few seconds of suddenly questioning my current location, I realize that I may look like a statue at the moment and that I should probably get back to whatever I was doing. 


But really. It is very inconsiderate to drop by at times when I would love nothing more than to be rid of you, if only for a moment. Although, I must admit, I do take some pleasure in your scent. It's you, and I tend to like anything about you.