The names escape me
But the faces linger
In and out of memory
Moments and smiles
Like the smell of
Fresh bread baking
At someone else's house
On a cool fall afternoon
When the windows are open
Here faintly
And gone again
But the feeling lingers
After the smell is gone
The feeling lingers
Like love
When the person is gone

Words 2006 J. L. Hunter

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