The Short Walk!

The walk was short for a journey across the Atlantic!

Those we passed by,
Those who passed us by,
Blooming fields,
People,
Your agony
And me!

For so long I have wondered what was the name of that scentless flower?
The one I imagined, wrote, erased, re-imagined and rewrote
For so long!

The flower, that was once there,
The one I thought was a sign,
Now a scentless, nameless image!

The walk was short for this journey!