You, these days

You are the representation of easier times.
You are the swing set at the backyard of my dream house.
You are the romcoms on Saturday nights.
You are the city skylights decorating the skyscrapers.
- and this scent of yours,
Reminds me of the passenger seat on which I used to stare at you,
While you were listening to my endless monologue,
Saying you're not getting bored no matter how many times I asked.

You are every little thing contradictorily beautiful in this chaotic universe;
the one flower irritating and treasured by the Little Prince,
the one flower whose disappearance turns stars dead and sky dark.
- and this scent of yours,
Reminds me of the cigarettes you chain-smoked,
Of the songs you cut once you were bored,
While always, you were listening to my endless monologue.

And of all the bridges I'm burning, you're the one I wish to keep.