I smelt the scent of you tonight,
and then I smiled and looked away.
I thought of the tree in your window,
the one I might draw,
the one that held my eyes
before I looked away.
I thought maybe
(before I looked away)
that I could walk into that drawing,
(the one I haven't drawn yet)
and strole right past the tree-
but I think you would have laughed....
when I hit the window pane.
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