A Scent

Happy days go by like school bells .
The short-lived tempos in between classes. Too fleeting. Too fluid.
Happiness is gone by moments that couldn’t be seized. 
Never in present.  Always in Memories.  
A scent.
By the time you breathed in, it has fluttered its wings away.
A scent.
That you almost know the smell of.

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