Fallen frangipani at dawn
Freshly-fallen frangipani dot the streets
Smudged between tiny pockets of tar,
Liquid oozing from petals;
a perfume that reminds me of you.
Clouds unfurl across softly-lit skies,
Like a sheet tossed over a humming luminescent lamp.
It paints everything in cooler shades of gold —
I think of you, you should be here.