Dreams of a smell, flashbacks of a memory.
A wake up call – the phone rings triumphantly.
She hears his voice, his face a blur –
a crackling voice through her speaker.
Bliss fills her, endorphin thrills.
Goosebumps; oh! That aircon chill.
Every morning, love is reintroduced –
She smiles then, forever seduced.
They flourish (and though borders irk),
A country apart, they make it work.