The air smelled like your hair one evening,
the wind carried your perfume to me.
My brain whirred the possible smells around,
My mind searched for it’s origin.
It’s silly to stand on your porch with your heavy bags,
A fool smells the air with his shoulders bending down.
I stood still until my brain quit flapping,
I didn’t move until I could say your name in peace.
I smelled your hair until I thought I might feel it,
I breathed the air until you almost appeared.
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