Vacant

Vacant buildings

Covered by evergreens

Passerby

Cracked asphalt

The scent of perfume

Bleak hope of finding her

Buried deep within the core

Passerby

Kneel unto your knees

Ear pushed up against barren ground

She’s calling out to you

Quiet words turn

Into hopes of finding

Your attention is drawn back to the sweet  smell of her perfume

Soon you will find

By: ObligatoryInsightPoet
9/3/15

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