I washed my hair today I’d been afraid of washing away the memory. I wanted the scent of you To linger on, hidden In my hair. For three days, I’d pull my hair across my face, inhale. I’d smell The scent of a summer night The must of sex It lingered Three days. I’d think of you Remember your scent And wish it hadn’t ended. I wanted you again. Now, I pull it across my face, smell nothing But shampoo And the wish of another chance to Scent my hair On your sex again.