by Michael Shoemaker
It’s Friday and drizzling again
while you drive home
listening to the radio with me by your side
and the song comes on.
It’s the one that sometimes thrills,
brings moods or something too hard to describe,
but somehow always
matches our souls.
You roll down the window to watch
tiny beads of water bounce off your skin
and just about everything smells as it was before—
something of lavender.
There used to be the taste of the sea breeze
on the tips of our tongues
and the warmth of our hearts
with tenderness and understanding.
You turn into my driveway, stop the engine and look at me.
Tears roll down our cheeks knowing what can no longer be
and what no longer needs to be said.
I get out of the car, shut the door and walk away.
The last note floats skyward beyond our reach.
Melancholy's Song by Michael Shoemaker | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser
Michael Shoemaker is a poet, haikuist, photographer, writer, editor and award-winning author from Magna, Utah. He is the author of book-length four poetry/photography collections, including Sky Mountain Rain Stars, a collection of short poems (Kelsay Books, forthcoming 2026.) He enjoys hiking and playing with his cat, Yuki.
