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