Macabre
We once sat down there
And played as kids
Our silly pranks
And attempts to capture
Beautiful garden butterflies
On many a day
You would hug me
And comfort my teary eyes
You would hug me with
Your tiny shoulders
That were big enough to assure me
On this chair,
In this garden
We had shared the first
Of our many kisses
And promises that were betrayed
By time, love and death
Those summers
Were the times our love grew
And ruptured
Under these trees
You had broken my earthen vessel
Under these trees you
Made me a woman
Under these trees
I had broken your heart
When I broke us apart
With my high dreams and aspirations
Under these trees you passed on
I still visit this place
And everyday I'm reminded
of the mistake I had made
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