ou smell like lavender,
Like a hotel room
After all the memories that were just made
Are all cleaned up.
They've replaced your travel sized soaps,
Changed out the towels I used.
They've found the toothbrush I left behind
And tossed it in the bin.
You're ready for the next in line
To come crowding in
With her baggage. You'll take it
And transform it into a beautiful wreck
Of memories
That soften too soon.
In and out.
I knew it coming in,
But somehow you convinced me
That I was different.
Maybe you just made me forget
That I'm the same.