He could hear her singing

Her laughter ringing out

After sharing a bottle of sweet September wine

He could see her, stretched out on a blanket

In the shadow of his '77 Camaro

He smelled her aromatic lilac perfume

And let the tears fall again

A/N: This piece was for a seven-word competition, hence the bold words. On another note, as this poetry collection reaches 50 poems, I am thinking of starting another book dedicated to my poetry. Do you think starting a new collection is a good idea or not? I want to know what you guys think.