Interruptions

As if landscapes weren't enough already,
As if love wasn't too,
My shadowy demons fell short,
And here I write of you.

In a far-off careful bundle,
Your broken promises remain,
In the shape of a shirt,
And humbly stays shun.

I have defeated the ache often,
The nagging ache of you.
Yet sometimes, oh sometimes,
When the burden of memories
Reaches from within,
And spills warily without,
I wear with humility,
The smell of you.