Title: Our garden
by Jenny from Durham | in writing, poetry
I remembered you,
A long time ago now,
But still fresh as daisies,
Still as green as the other grass,
In my mind.
I felt you near me,
And that does feel like an age ago,
It's wilted, that memory,
Uprooted itself and been replaced,
By something more painful.
I waited with you,
In the elder of my mind,
Your petals grey with hurt,
From the bitter frost,
That stole you from me.
Life, I guess.
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