My Balcony Garden

I'm out on my balcony

killing time, counting stars.

Jasmine's in the air when suddenly

the sweet scent of vanilla brings back

a different time, a different garden, a different moon.

You were there,

and vanilla-scented whiffs of smoke

still rattle my mind.

It was so very peaceful,

but then winter came

and rendered the garden barren.

And you were gone.

Perhaps my fault,

perhaps yours.

Who knows, who even cares anymore?

 

And here goes yet another summer.

My balcony garden is nice,

not the same, just fine.

And I dream about how things used to be,

though dreams have faded and you along with them.

I've almost forgotten your face,

yet the scent of jasmine still haunts me,

along with memories of sultry summer nights

and vanilla-scented whiffs of smoke.

Memories fade into pictures of memories.

And yet they live again on a soft summer breeze.

 

Carmen Ruggero@2012