Essence of Grace
stayed in the air
all through the day
Though her star
is now far away
No need for incense
anymore
Boudoir perfumed
by ‘Shooting Star’
She goes while she comes
like a breeze in the air
her scent evidence
that she was there
Her smell lingered
through the day
The place was quiet
but it was okay
Living proof
of the truth
that we don’t want to know
Everyone
who comes
will go