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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