that once familiar scent kisses my nose.
My heart starts fluttering
as I slowly raise my head
for a split second I start thinking
my mind races with possibilities
he came back
he came back
he came....
It wasn't him
somebody else.
How lucky they are
to carry that sent around with them.
Goodbye Summer.
My wall has grown ever so slightly with fondest pictures from you.
If only we could live in Harry Potter's time with moving pictures.
That would be dreamy
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