Jar Full of Lemon Flowers

—Come my way for once. —Do you like the smell of lemon flowers? —Come my way for… —In my childhood I kept a jar full of lemon flowers. —Come my way.. —And since then the smell is with me, and I can’t seem to shake it off. —Come my… —It’s like the smell has grown…

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…