Every single day I search for you. My heart aches when I consider the grim possibility that I may never find you again. My eyes scan the platform for your face, for the sharp line of your shoulders, for even just a momentary glimpse of your blue black hair. Instead, I find a sea of dreary others, drab and ordinary men who shuffle by. At the very last second, I step onto the train, crestfallen.
I sit and close my eyes against the awful prospect of loss, of missing you, and that somehow you have vanished from my world. Were you ever real?
The swaying of the carriage drugs me, I drift so far away, detached. Perhaps I slip into a dream, perhaps I lose my mind, but suddenly my heart skips a beat, blood rushes to my face and my stomach flutters…
I catch your unmistakable scent… you are here. And I am returned to your world just in time to see you step through the doors and onto the platform. Swallowed by the surging grey mass of hurriers, you disappear from my sight. .
Tomorrow awaits. François.
Calabrian Bergamot, Orange Blossom, French Rose Geranium, Portuguese Labdanum, Oakmoss, Sumatran Patchouli and Indian Vetiver. Tension and release.