She told me she loved lavender,
it was the scent, she said.
It smelled like the sunset after a long night and the air after a heavy rain.
i called her silly but grinned anyways.
then she said "it would remind you of me and i of you and we could always be together no matter how far apart"
i told her it was dumb but i tucked one away just in case.
i sit next to a rock on a almost-mountain of regrets when i bring the lavender up to my nose and take a deep breath in.
I remember our good times and smile. but something's wrong. in the way the sun has lost its shine grass has lost its colour the sky is less welcoming.
The wind blows my hair back and my smile falls.
because it was windy that day and i remember clearly the gust of wind that toppled her.
Her words still ring in my ears, with a frown still on my face and
Her parting words echoing still i gather the purple herbs and arrange them carefully on a rock.
as i lay the lavender down i pick one out to keep for myself.
i stand brush my fingers against the stone and sigh.
i hold my lavender tight and promise her that i will never forget. and thus, with the scattered rocks and rolling hills imprinted in my eyes i turn my back on our memories and whisper a final goodbye.
