Frangipani blossoms in the evening
When the world has slowed down
And its scent wafts through
Lightly, ever so lightly
like your fragrance did
When you sat next to me
in a rickshaw, a few moons ago
Your laughter echoed
Over the roar of the engine
as we made our way
through the lanes of the city
which we loved
But not much as we loved
each other
