Its like the smell of wet rain on a regular day
Reminding me of a long ago yesterday
A feeling that warms my heart,
Roused by a conversation with someone once dear
That I wonder, did I know that it was this beautiful back then?
Or did I miss it, cos I was chasing after a glorious love
Is that a moment missed and never to have again,
Or just the realisation – a hope of its return..