Ode to a Best Friend: OctPoWriMO 2019, Day 8

Passing by the perfume counter,

Memories of you flooded my mind.

You were a connoisseur of scent,

Even mixing perfumes for a new find.

I never wrestled with gifts for you,

I just bought you the latest fragrance.

Your eyes would go wide in surprise

And you would spray it on and dance.

Now that you are gone to heaven,

Some days I am filled with such pain.

But when I stand at the perfume counter,

I find I can capture your essence again.

Written for the OctPoWriMo 2019, 31 poems in 31 days. Day Eight prompt is Scent.

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