The tear drops were dear
as they fell on the soft sweater.
The lingering of peppermint
strong as a sting, filled my nostrils
making him feel near.
I still remember his hands so large
and his mouth so wide and the
laughter in his eyes.
This always made me smile
and I showed my pride.
I realize that crying is more
tiring than accepting. So as
the wind blows I know
he is near. The smell is
still lingering, but without the pain.
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