Perfume of lovers a past

When someone walks by with her perfume on the scent goes through my nose and up to my brain, completely intoxicating me. Vision blurs, the room starts to spin and waves of nostalgia wash over me and tickle my brain, causing random twinges in my head and makes me dizzy. The air becomes a thick soup of jumbled memories. For a moment, I am home, in the past, where home once was.

But Alas, then it is gone and I'm back where I was. The memories linger in my head, while I smile and miss what I once had. Revel in that old view, Think about what's new, where can I go from here?