When entering the room
I feel the stillness
But for a wisp of wind
Through an open window
And your perfume

We’re scattered about the room
We’re searching and hoping
That curtain of steam hits my face
Is your perfume

My memories are demons
That I’m afraid to face
City lights pour through the window
But I can’t leave this place

In the center of my eye
The three white doves
The marble is smooth
And inviting
Like your perfume

I grab and shake these gates of exile
They swing wide open
Cloudless skies pour light all around me
But I can’t leave this place