I can smell you but my eyes are bad

Did I ever

Do I even

Know you

Anyway

I know you

Like a

Hunting dog

I know you

By your scent

Actions change

Aura remains

I slowly learn

Intent

Enough to know

When you come home

But never /if/ you will

But an old bloodhound

Rug and hearth bound

Perks it’s ears

At long held

Smells

Is knowing enough

to pick your truck out up the road

Is knowing enough

to find you in a monstrous crowd

Is knowing enough

to wander my way to your home

Does it mean I

Do I even

Did I ever

Really

Know?

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