November
By Jdr
I press your scarf against my nose Your smell is gone from it But still it reminds me of that November I wrap it around my neck and feel it soft against my skin And I remember all the mornings I spent holding you waiting for you to wake up Or the way you would step on my toes when we'd dance I remember you Sara and I loved being there that November And none since have I not pressed your scarf against my nose and thought of you Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 07:07 AM PST 0 • 1
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