The Scent of a Rose.

Today
I watched a man
with tired eyes
touching a rose
to his weathered cheek.
All his smile lines
hung low.
Something
faraway
in his gaze
made me realize
sometimes
the brevity of life
still catches us
off-guard.

And once in a while
(if you are lucky)
there is heart you love
so much
that even
their grief-drenched
memory
feels more like
home
than anything else.

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