Ago CG Ago

found a sketch i done of you
pencil tutu, smudge of rosin
you never looked at me when you posed
i was something a gaze slid off
like smell slid off the rosin on your shoes
maybe it was sweet sweat ginger
maybe it was the absence of anything
wonder if you smell of anything now
now this just smells of pencil
wonder if your feet are colder now