The Parting Song

(thoughts in two minutes of emotional madness)

If the wind would not have blown,
I would not have known, that
Such a fragrance exists.

With the wind gone, i'll burn the
Hearth and let the fire make merry.
In my smoked palms you would
No longer be-- a provocation
For you to come back and
Dab me again, this time
With another fragrance.