Memories
You found me –
Wandering through your thoughts
Tending to your memories of me
As the old gardener tends his prized flowers
And you smiled -
Your eyes got a little sparkle in them
You felt a warm blush inside
There I stood -
Just as I was the last time you saw me
And you clasped your arms around yourself
Breathing in deeply – remembering my scent
You felt the comfort of my love
And you missed that
It was a better time for both of us
So, there you have kept me
For all these years
Tending to your memories of me
As the old gardener tends his prized flowers.
Copyright © Michael Bell | Year Posted 2015
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