Two fifteen
Taxi ride
You were sitting by my side
Red light
Window halfway down
Friday moving through the town
You said stop
This one's mine
Grabbed your bag
No wasted time
Door shut
Driver pulled away
I had nothing left to say
You left your scent
In the back seat
You left your scent
Right next to me
One more light
Another street
Flamenco playing underneath
Driver tapping on the wheel
Funny what a smell can steal
Checked the seat
Nothing there
Just your perfume in the air
Scarf was yours
Or maybe not
For a second
I forgot
You left your scent
In the back seat
You left your scent
Right next to me
Phone lights up
Message came
Made it home
You wrote my name
I typed good
Then changed my mind
Put the phone down by my side
Turned the corner
Bass rolled low
Street got quiet
Traffic slow
Window open
Cold came through
Still the air reminded me of you
You left your scent
In the back seat
You left your scent
Right next to me
Driver asked
Is this your place?
I looked up
A little late
Paid the fare
And stepped outside
Taxi vanished down the night
Walked upstairs
Found my key
Something still was following me
Checked my jacket
Then I knew
Your perfume had stayed there too
You left your scent
On my jacket
You left your scent
I didn't catch it
Next day
Coffee
Half past ten
Put that same old jacket on again
Stopped a second
At the door
There you were
Just like before
