I "Hate" These "Awful" Memories

She entered the room,
A haunting aroma of a stench I once knew
(And She was smelling as sweet as ever.)
Each breath brought the fume deeper into my lungs.
(How I longed each inhale)
I turned to face Her...

But...

My Nose deceived me.
I'm glad it wasn't her (but, I'm not...)