The Pier, My Dear

...the cool fall breeze

rustles the leaves

through the trees

flowing in her

    bedroom

window screen

She awakes in the aroma of cinnamon

Turning over she notices

He's been replaced

With cinnamon rolls

A heart-shaped

Note

Tucked under

A rose,

attached

"The pier, my dear"

She smiles

Then laughs

"Aww he made tea too"

Grasping her mug

"I love you boo"

She says to herself

Basking in his love

Eating her breakfast

In bed

She eventually gets up

Got dressed

Powdered her nose

Puts on her shoes

Then grabs her rose

Out the door

Trailing the

gravel road

On her way to

the only love

she knows

A lighthouse stands

Faintly in the distance

There he sat

On a bench

With a bouquet

Of roses