The Fragrance of your Memory

I could pick your shadow
From a crowd of 100
Like the color orange
Amongst grays and blacks

I could hear you smile
From miles away
As a sincere yet obese
Comment leaves your lips

I could distinguish your laugh
When a memory is retold
And in between the silence
You stand out cold as stone

I could retell all the stories
You've shared with me
As you leave from my memory
To encounter new friendships
Or I could chose to forget them
Letting them slide off my mind
Like a moist raindrop
Falling from a branch after a storm

I could pick your actions
From any solid crowd
Like a tiger in a field
Surrounded by dandelions

I could locate your voice
Between the mix of a bus station
Singing songs we often quoted
Summer after summer after year