Where did she go

Where did she go,
with a backpack
hair tie dyed,
before the word
a byline
for being independent

Now, she is responsible
an adult,
with gucci glasses
who buys duty free
in seamless places,
where once she painted
with a fine line pencil
the only weight she carried
was in a pack on her back
instead of a suitcase with wheels
that was a relic
before she became boring.

She buys things in tubes
and finds English food
a little chewy and lacking
the flavours she loves,
spices in a racks now
but she has her secret stash
and deep inside
her signature handbag
she delves at little secrets.

Dawn is her best time
sublime, she revels
in naked langour
the hint of her
still reminiscent,
she walks into perfume

The scent of cardomon
cinnamon on sticks,
it keeps sugar dry
and a lie
is just a silence
when someone
a question

She was enigmatic
they solved cryptic clues,
she slips between
the sliding doors
of Garnier and Cacherel

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-07-08 at 19:55

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
change isn't always good

enjoyed your poem

xxx Stan

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
makes me think of a time passed and gone... I like the detail you put in the recollections... feels as though I'm there... very vivid... just sublime writing, I enjoyed this a great deal... thanks *hugs* xx

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
why? she is hear among friends.