Riding the elevator, lights going dim

I saw your reflection coming in

Light playing with fabric and skin

The scent of your Chanel hanging

You step out and leave me standing

The memory of your reflection calling

The perfume, the fabric, and the skin

I bottle the memory burning within

To remind me of what might have been

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