Smells

Mhm.

This morning smells like warm bagels. And donuts. I’m passing by a bakery and I can see the people walking out of the shop. They’re busy, so they all get a take out.

I look at them, I wave and smile. They seem troubled. I move on.

I’m amazed by the beautiful day, so I sit down next to a fountain. Near the fountain there is a jasmine plant and as the breeze dances with my hair, the jasmine flowers end up in the fountain water. It smells exactly like that. Jasmine and stagnant water.

I walk past an old school. The last bell just rang so all of the children went out in a hurry.

I look at them and all of a sudden I can feel the smell of the chalk and the sponge that I used to clean the board with.

I enter the ruins of my grandma’s old house and I can almost feel the kiss of my first ever boyfriend. I close my eyes, but instead of the image of the kiss all suddenly start thinking of the smell of the gum he had been chewing. It was a watermelon gum.

I turn around and I realize that everything smells old. All of the smells are fading away.

Through the tears I laugh my lungs out. For years now I’d been able to remember every scent, feel every smell.. Except for the smell of you. Now I can’t feel anything.

Now I am free.