Strawberries

You smelled like strawberries.
It was the first thought I had when I met you.
“She smells like strawberries.”
You always smelled sweet, like you’d just been bathing in a field of the small, red fruit.
I had a similar thought when you left.
“My sheets smell like strawberries.”
I couldn’t get the scent out for weeks.
It was my favorite fruit when I met you.
Now they just make me feel sick.