As I stand in the shower
My tears mix in with the water
It's not that I'm sad
But I have just caught the scent of lilacs
That aroma has struck a chord within me
It reminds me of a simple time
A time when a barefoot little girl
Picked flowers for her grandma
She didn't have to worry about what
was next
Or how suddenly her life had been distorted
She would pick a handful of purple lilacs
Quickly, dashing away
Just in case a bee would come
Keep running around the bend
To the house behind ours – Grandma's –
She would creep up to the door
With the flowers hidden behind her back
To surprise her with more lilacs

Now I'm not sure if the shower has
dampened my face
Or is my own nostalgia getting the best of me
Lately I've been longing for the past
Maybe I don't like the change or
Maybe things change so quickly
That I cannot embrace the new
With change comes great things
But also, my fairy tale doesn't always go
as planned

I get out of the shower
And breathe into my damp hair – lilacs