The Scent of the Past

A scent.
Gently it tickles my nose.
It seems to remind me of moments past.
Things long gone.
But still fresh in my memory.
This scent reminds me of you.
It reminds me of everything we once shared.
And it returns feelings I once had.
I knew that what once was won't return.
But this scent keeps me dreaming of what could've been.
Sadly it will never be.
And I just sit here.
Eyes turned to the stars, my nose in the wind.

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