"Hmmm! What is this?" Before I heard or saw I caught the subtle scent you wore that day. I noticed it the night I said, "Please stay." You stayed. Each day you filled my heart with awe. I've heard the sense of smell is quickly bored. But sometimes, with the best, a fragrance floats through time as well as space, like music notes, first fruit, then flower, wood to make a chord. Now you are just a tale I tell about myself to those who never noticed you. I keep your unwashed sweaters to renew what pictures lack, when I'm in doubt. I'm told I ought to strive to ease this ache. Instead I seek to linger in your wake. Add a caption ÈTONNEMENT, PERSISTANCE ET SILLAGE "Hmmm! What is this?" Before I heard or saw I caught the subtle scent you wore that day. I noticed it the night I said, "Please stay." You stayed. Each day you filled my heart with awe. I've heard the sense of smell is quickly bored. But sometimes, with the best, a fragrance floats through time as well as space, like music notes, first fruit, then flower, wood to make a chord. Now you are just a tale I tell about myself to those who never noticed you. I keep your unwashed sweaters to renew what pictures lack, when I'm in doubt. I'm told I ought to strive to ease this ache. Instead I seek to linger in your wake.