I'm glad you're happy, really.
                              I mean, you look great,
                              Don't think I've seen you smile like that for a long time.
                              
                              Thanks.
                              I...uh, like your hair.
                              
                              Oh, yeah, it's kinda weird.
                              You know, it's just unfamiliar.
                              
                              Familiarity isn't always the best.
                              It can...make us crazy.
                              
                              ....
                              I guess that makes sense.
                              Hey listen I-
                              
                              Don't.
                              
                              ...
                              Don't?
                              
                              Just...
                              We're not strangers.
                              
                              No.
                              
                              It still smells like...
                              Flowers.
                              
                              What?
                              
                              ...
                              You know that feeling,
                              When you can smell memories?
                              
                              I..yeah. 
                              I do.
                              
                              Right now I smell flowers.
                              
                              What does she smell like?
                              
                              I...
                              Don't smell anything.
                              
                              Oh.
                              ...
                              ...
                              Hey, I'll talk to you later.
                              
                              Yeah, for sure.
                              
                              Okay, bye.
                              
                              Bye.
                              
                              Her favorite thing about spring,
                              Were the flowers.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Lillies and Ghosts
PoetryPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~
 
                                               
                                                  