It Smells Like...

I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,

It’s familiar.

I can’t quite put my finger on it.

It smells of my childhood friend’s house.

What it smells like I can’t explain.

Perhaps if I could try I would say it smells maybe a mixture of dog and child?

It smells of clean socks.

Not clean laundry, no.

Clean socks. Just the socks.

They have a certain smell.

I haven’t seen this friend in years, although she was my best friend.

Only in primary school.

Now she wouldn’t recognize me.

I probably wouldn’t recognize myself either.

I have a smell too.

Probably a mixture of anxiety and some musky scented deodorant.

She could probably recognize my scent.

But I changed my laundry detergent, so probably not.

Her dog smelled bad.

He smelled like dog.

His name was Gator, and he was very big.

I wonder if he’s still alive.