January 9, 2016


Her hair smelled like lavender.

I promised I'd buy her a drink
If she'd tell me her name.
She smiled at me instead
And I bought her drinks anyway.

Several nights since then,
I've been back on this barstool.
The barman no longer asks,
He knows what to pour me.

These days everything,
smells like lavender
and I wish I knew her name