14

i smelled the familiar scent of the dufferin 29 buses for the first time today,
in more than a month
and right away my memory was triggered of that time i was stuck in traffic,
2 hours late for my violin lesson
but not caring and not feeling anything except my burning fingertips;
the nerves confused from the sudden warmth away from the glamorous january wind.

i don't miss home until i get here,
i don't miss my parents until i see them,
and it's almost always the scents that bring me right back here where i belong.


i love you, parkdale.
even in my death, i'll ask for you to never change.