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Apr 2019
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i can't remember

the sound of your voice

or the way that i'd feel

when you'd enter a room

but once in a while

i smell that perfume

you used to wear

and maybe

still do

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it's usually when i'm in a crowd

and i scan all the faces

searching for yours

before i can stop myself

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but i don't see you

and i know you're not there

but i close my eyes

just for a second

and half-pretend you are

and i just embrace, and i wear,

the scent of that perfume

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and for a moment or two

i truly & fully understand

the meaning of  the word nostalgia

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for my late mother, and how i feel on the rare occassion when I smell even the slightest whiff of L'Air du Temps perfume
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