Petals and Perfume

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It was a Sunday afternoon. I was admiring the sunset and that song's blaring tune that was playing in the car about a wasting lovely night. I wondered if I could let go. I didn't even know why I found myself in that museum where we first met. I was staring at a portrait then he whispered to my ear, he said, "That's my favorite thing to see," of course I agreed. I am staring at it now, so I look around but he's not here.