Then, I smelled it. It was unmistakable. Afroman.
My eyes perused the crowd on the train even though I knew it was not.
And I remembered when things were good. Museum dates and spooning in our love cocoon.
For the first time in a while, I felt warmth. No anger, bitterness, or resentment. No love or longing for something that will never be.
Just remembrance of good times.
And gratitude for a moment in time.
Remembrance of a friend.
Funny how the nose remembers what the heart tries to forgets. I will always know your smile. I will always know your scent.
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