I see a little bit of you

I know it has been well over ten years now but I still catch a glimpse of you everywhere I go. The flash of smile from the girl at the bus stop I drive by. A joyful giggle in a crowd downtown. The sweet smell of freesia, nutmeg and pepper swooshing past, set adrift from the almond colored softness of a womans neck.

I can still taste you. Warmth, garlic, red wine...

I want rid of it but at the same time I am contented in these memories.

Thank you.