A serendipitous perfume wafts across the lanai
bouncing on gentle island breezes.
The scent is unfamiliar, like its origin.
A sweet smell I welcome,
invading my space and senses uninvited.
I close my eyes and breathe in and
my thoughts turn to you…
transporting me to your arms.
I quickly open my eyes,
but you’re not there as an
unexpected rain blankets my tears.
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