When I close my eyes

I see him,

Facing the river

Hose pipe in hand,

Loving his garden

Of lemon grass

And sweet frangipani.

Blue shirt of

Air Force colour,

Loosely worn

Over Navy blue jeans.

I see him

With my eyes closed,

His salt and pepper hair

His grey Calculus moustache.

The scent of his perfume

That he wore,

As I liked it on him.

With the kind summer breeze

It reaches me,

And I weep for him.