Black Liquorice
he walked past her
and he smelt
of black liquorice
It stung her nose
forcing her to look up
into his grey eyes.
or was she
walking past him
smelling of lavender
he thought of mulberry
as he caught her glance.
He smiled
She smiling
she keeps on walking,
he kept on,
opposing directions
lonesome destinations
he turned back
as she’s leaving but
already missing his sweet roots
black liquorice and budding lavender
wouldn’t match
too strong for one another
keep walking
