You have bathed in the ocean breeze

When life is good

It smells of freesias

Apples and pears

 

You waft into the room

With the scent of a life that is good

I try to remember that feeling

When life smelt of lemons

And pears

 

Your presence gives me hope

More than that

It makes me want to live

To dance

To breathe

 

But then you are gone

And I am left alone 

With my thoughts

And my fears

 

I contemplate

The end of my years

Here

In this sterile room

With it’s stench

Of blood and tears

 

I swear

I will live a better life

If only I survive

To smell the roses

Once more

C.K 23