Syringa

Even though the funerals
were fabulous,
he mourned suicidal lilac trees.

The fragrance drifted
throughout his synapses
teasing old ghosts
to throw off their nooses
and breathe the pungent scent
deeply into their freeze dried
lungs.

It never quite worked
and the ghosts
hung themselves
back on their tree
embarrassed
at their impassioned
bid for rebirth.