the lilies were in bloom when I last visited her.
ivy was crawling up the walls
and she smiled with such satisfied beauty
as she admired her makeshift sanctuary.

she offered me tea; a fruity blend of her own making
she spoke softly, her eyes piercing through me
and just as it was before, I was a graceless mess
absolutely in love with that knowing stare.

we sat in a comfortable silence for the most part,
the gentle clinking of our glasses against the table
and the cicadas singing in the grass
sweeter than any news I had to give.

she tucked a stone into my hand as I left,
a cold quartz globe, and wished me safe travels.
when I glanced back at the perfect little home
I wished only that they would lead me back here.