His Smell
It was a smell I was familiar with,
His smell.
But he had been gone for almost eight years,
And I had come to terms with it.
Or so I thought
Until I smelled his smell.
Then it was a whole new ballgame.
Do not expect people to get over a death right away,
Don’t expect them to ever get over it.
When you least expect it, a smell,
A thought, a number, a trick, or
Something else will happen that
Brings it all back as if it was
Yesterday that he left.
Let the tears flow.
Your soul needs this.
He is here, loving you.
You can feel this, and
It is okay. Trust
Your feelings.
You angels are always near, to
love and protect you.
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