The scent of Nostalgia

I couldn’t believe we met again
After so many years
At the local drugstore

Memories of middle school
So long ago
What was stunning is
That you are exactly the same

You were my first,
I stole you from my older sister
She was upset at first but had
Others to choose from

I couldn’t help but
Feel you out for old times sakes.
I sprayed Love’s Baby Soft into the air
And it struck me,
Damn, I must have smelled like a Carefree pantyliner though junior high.