In the air, a little something

Something in the air reminds me of you,
A tinge of colour from afar,
Paints a familiar picture,
Of days gone by,
Days I spent in the warmth of your arms…

There is a fragrance hanging,
Softly, oh so gently,
Clinging on to the shadows,
Of a memory that was,
Now quickly fading…

Being by your side,
The sense of elation,
I miss the feeling,
Of swinging on your arm,
I miss you…