I sit in my recliner, and I can still smell her there with me.
If we were at home, unless I was outside or in bed, we were in my recliner.
Together
Always
And now I sit there, alone, and I smell her scent.
She's in the blanket.
She's in the leather.
Over time her scent will fade.
Eventually I will forget her smell.
But for now, for today, I smell her.
And it makes me so happy.
And it tears me apart.
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