je ne sais quoi

je ne sais quoi  

“Do you notice something  
different about me today?”  
“It is like a perfume from long ago.”  
“Yes, spring is the time for women to be fragrant.  
But I was hoping it would give you nostalgia  
But alas I wished for too much.”  
“They taught us not to be sentimental  
in my creative writing classes in college.  
But surely there is a time and place for that.  
And your lavender aroma  
Gives me vibes of yesteryear.”  
“All is not for naught.  
You see decades ago I knew  
I had not much time before I left you a widower.  
So I buried a time capsule under the tree  
Where my memorial  service was  
To take place  
With a vial of the perfume  
To stir your memories. Once I made it  
To Nirvana, I made a special request  
To Krishna to, upon attaining my twentieth year,  
lead me back to the depository  
Of my essence of rose hips whose brand  
with its special tincture of floral bouquet
is no longer made
to bring you back to me  
so that you would want me just like before.”  
“Surely one of us has lost our mind.”  
“Oh, both, and that is the beauty of rebirth.  
The secret we keep between us  
is our own personal reality.  
And surely we must keep  
The psych warden’s peace of mind at heart.  
The less they worry the better for all.”