'on inhale of memories'

that homely smell
of scorching toast covered in butter
it always takes me back to boarding school
i am thirteen
a foreigner
an outsider
trying my hardest to fit in
it is the smell of every morning break time
milk butter toast
a chance to play a part
it is the smell of teenage hormones
the longing not to be so far apart
the distant making of the me i now am
it is the smell that both saddens me and comforts
invoking a transition from girlhood to teenagedom
from outsider to being part of group
from safe familiar family quarters
to building up resilience and evolve
one sniff of toast and butter
and in an instant
i am but thirteen years old
and what about you
any of the smells that take you with them?