the perfect scent.
her green scarf flowing gently with the wind.
her grey misty eyes;
overwhelmed with sadness. however, still hopeful.
she hugged her hazel-colored coat tightly around her body, making sure she stood warm through the winter, & pulled her soft belt tighter. she prayed hard for the day that she'll finally get to meet him, again.
she sat on the exact same bench,
stood under the exact same lamppost,
and waited at the exact same park for 15 years.
her tender heart stayed strong even though it was about to collapse.
Spring,
Summer,
Fall,
Winter,
yet again, the cycle repeats itself..