such sweetness.

It was sweet and warm like vanilla,
heavy across your collarbones
and gently infused with all things of you.

It was a comfort when I cried
and breathed in your hugs.
It was just enough to know
you were always there,
like I could lie my head on that smell
the same as a pillow
to snuggle up and be safe.
It was always you there
wrapping me up in your tangy scent too.

One spritz made a million memories
and whenever I need a reminder,
I can smell my childhood
at the perfume counter.


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