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Monday, January 26, 2015

A whiff of You

Ever so often, when the skies
Get deeper, darker than blue
I stare out of the window,
Up, at the moon, thinking about you



I lose myself in flashes, of the many moments
Each hold a place in my heart
The times you chuckled, the times you smiled...
Those times...cupid hit me with a dart



When olfaction interrupts this virtual movie
I close my eyes and surrender to your fragrance
The only bit of you that stays with me
The bit that covers up for the painful distance...

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