the sweet smell of lavender....

dude...

i never take the time to smell the flowers at the market...

today though, i did... english lavender....

i saw a ghost today... i was riding my bike home from trader joes...

in the parking lot, i saw a woman... a tall beautiful woman.. a familiar face... and she saw me... instant recognition... couldnt be...

i looked back as i rode by, so did she... i looked again... she looked again.. not a flirty come hither look, but a look that said i love you my friend... ive missed seeing you...

i rode around the pkg lot to get a better look... she was gone... i looked around, dumbfounded... stopped pedaling n everything... she was nowhere...

i could still smell the fading scent of the lavender plants that trader joes sells...

i saw my friend l.s. today.... she loved english lavender... l.s. is the only person i ever trusted... i miss you everyday....

you made me a better person...

boys. dont. cry.

thanks for looking back.. twice...

cheers.... david