It still smells like you.
The sweatshirt I didn't wash.
I inhale your scent.
Stick my face right in it.
The tears flow easily.
They run down my cheeks
and into the fabric.
I think about how you would laugh.
You would tease me.
Because now I can't smell anything
through my stuffed up nose.
hey there, i am your newest follower! :)
ReplyDeletei read back over a couple of your posts, and congratulations on your Match Day pick! :)
i know deployments are tough, really tough. but just you at least have one friendly ear if you ever want a rant or a cuppa :)
Stay Strong,
KirstieJayyx
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