The smell of his sweater
Still lingers though he is gone
As I hold it to my face
And breathe in deeply
The scent brings memories
Of childhood, of feeling safe
As my little hand held his.
Still lingers though he is gone
As I hold it to my face
And breathe in deeply
The scent brings memories
Of childhood, of feeling safe
As my little hand held his.
1 comment:
Very evocative, well done.
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