He stood so close
That I could feel his breath against my ear.
He whispered something to me
That I couldn't really hear.
He stood so very close to me
That his shoulder brushed my own.
Then his body pressed a little closer,
And I could smell his cologne.
It was a scent I knew too well,
One that caused my heart to race.
I wanted to turn and kiss his lips,
Connect that smell with a face.
Then he turned and walked away.
My pulse began to slow.
He was just a stranger that smelled
Like this boy I used to know.