The sweet aroma is in the air
pungent yet enticing
as a distraction it stands
it draws your attention to the source, you’re eyes ever searching
you look around, you’re surroundings bleak as always
no sign of inspiration nor light
every seat taken up by faces of stone
the source of you’re distraction is still no where in sight
to your right there stands a man with the paper of the day
articles of violence and death fill its voids
to your left sits a pregnant mother, glazed and tired eyed
wondering if its a girl or a boy
still you search for that little distraction
hoping for just a glimpse
she lifts her head and gives u a smile
before going to her peaceful slumber, on you’re cheek she plants a kiss
you’re shocked, bewildered, ashamed even
you had forgotten the beauty that was holding on to you all this time
you’re eyes are fixed her on now
you’re disgusted by yourself, " how could she hold on to such slime ?"
she heard your words, you said them out loud
she smiled as she gave you her commanding glare
she held you close and whispered into your ears
" be it slime or grime, i love you and i just don’t care"