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Scent of Solace

I turned
and you were gone.

Clusters of blue hydrangea
and the scent of sweet privet,
were all that remained.
The cobblestones I'd traversed
for so many years,
seemed threatening.

A police officer asked,
'are you okay?'

Suddenly, 
a whiff of pine reminded me, 
of a pillow I'd had in Vermont.
It was filled with prickly needles,
offering a certain scent
  of solace.

I turned
but you were gone.

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