I had moped in dreariness 
In my public position for many hours 
When you appeared, a mirage in the desert of boredom 
Twitched by the luck of your appearance 
And the sunset that was your hair 
I directed you toward your quest, 
And for many minutes after you left 
I drank deeply of the air in the room 
So as to savor every scented molecule 
You had so casually abandoned for my enjoyment.