The hurt of my whole life
comes upon me unawares.
A certain song or a fragrance
on the late winter, early spring air
And like a zephyr
it envelops me.
This feeling of loss,
and grief,
and love, and
joy,
and peace.
All at once.
Sometimes
But always a woman 's voice singing.
And always woman's perfume.
Always.
Unbearable.
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