We took this walk
a thousand times before
But, this time,
do not stare into the sun.
Today’s the last? Then
we must make this work!
Though, soon, the wild
flowers start to bloom,
Today we’ll see
the dark side
of the moon…
Eclipsing Spring,
presuming to resume.
The sight was worth the
sneaking out of work:
Finding your eyes has
never been so fun,
For one more chance with you,
for one more talk.
the fragrance writer 