Gardenias

Do you remember that night
Not so long ago
When twilight had fallen
And the scent of gardenias
Was heady in the evening air
How we sat there, you and I
Saying nothing but understanding
Everything that the other was thinking
How I held my breath
And prayed that this moment would stay with me
Long after you had gone
To wherever it was you were going
How I memorized every minute detail
The pressure of your hand
Your profile in the moonlight
The feeling of my head resting on your shoulder
The nearness of you
Knowing that this was the finale
Last dance had been played
The song had come to it's crescendo
It was time to pay the fiddler

(Maybe this explains why
The scent of gardenias
Now makes me cry)