sweet are the scents of summer
as she walks along on her way.
she has geometry this period,
but he's the only one who bothers
remembering that.
as she walks past
he can smell her smooth hair
like he used to when he would hug her.
sweet strawberries.
the little bit of blonde that is left in her hair
is slowly fading to a beautiful
light brown
as fall settles in.
he wants her
like he's never wanted anyone,
but he did this to himself.
she won't even look at him.
because he used her,
he wasted what they had
because he wanted more.
and he realizes
that the scent of strawberries
is now just
a distant memory.
