He walks with grace like butterfly wings flutter
A scent like lavender,
Skin like butter.
His soft spoken voice, a calming sound
Akin to honey, bees flying around.

But he carries a sadness
Deep in his eyes
A sorrow that dares not see the sunrise
Perhaps a lost love, or an action filled with regret.
The weight of the knowledge has him affixed to his bed.

The townsfolk wonder,
who could he be?
A man of few words, a mystery.
But everyone knows, him by his scent
The fragrance of lavender,
undertones of torment.

One day he vanished..
without a trace.
No one knew where he went,
no one bothered to chase.
His fragrance lingered in the air
A sweet reminder
Of a man so rare

It was later revealed,
he took his life.
The sadness too great,
Emotions a strife.
But his lavender garden, a final farewell
From a man who suffered an untold hell.

The townsfolk mourned
The loss of a friend
The scent of lavender,
A bittersweet end.

The lavender man can now finally rest,
He didn't do great, but he tried his best.