I smelled you the other day.
Sounds weird to say, but it is the truth. For nearly 3 months, I have been wanting to
see you again, to touch you again. I
have never wished so hard to be haunted by a ghost in my life. But then I
smelled you.
Everyone has their own particular scent. Yours is a combination of gasoline, grease,
and cigarette smoke…with some other interesting undernotes that defy
description. I just know it was you. And
it made me wonder…
Was it just a sensory memory? I should have smelled you at
that spot at that time. It was between
7:30 and 8 am on a workday. You would
have just passed through that space on your way to work. Was it the spectre of
you, going about his daily business?
I don’t know what it was. It made me sad, it made me happy,
it made me confused and angry. I didn’t get a chance to say a proper farewell,
you were gone before I could. For the last quarter of a year, I’ve run the
gamut of emotions (sometimes all in one day or even one hour). I’ve held it
together pretty well, I think. And then I smelled you.
I just stood there, eyes closed, inhaling deeply, thinking “Bye
Babe, have a great day”. I was lost in the moment for just a moment. Then I
opened my eyes and reality came crashing back. The scent was gone and time
started again.
Life goes on. I miss you. Come back and let me smell you
again.
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