Vanilla, Change

Autumn breeze comes through the window, scent of French Vanilla brushes her nose. She sits and ponders the idea of new. new quiet, new space, new view, new love and a new life.
She stares right passed him, knowing the pain of a broken heart to real. The laughter in the background, the patters of small feet and paws remind her of a life that was once a dream. She sits and ponders with the Autumn breeze brushing her shoulders. The scent of French Vanilla whispers to her nose and the time for goodbye sitting next to her.