After Your Life

When you alighted this great wheel Did your life end? I just don't know. I held your hand while life expired, The truth is that I saw you go. You left behind a multitude; A little flat, The clothes you wore. But where I felt your friendship most was Sitting in your little car. When I got in I searched around To find the source of that sweet smell. I looked for flowers And for scents But no reasons for smells were there. I know it's true the mind creates, I also know I smelled that smell. I know Joanna has not died, She is with me and all is well.