Memorial Garden

She was in this garden

She came to eat her lunch

And I come here on a hunch

Now and then

I sit here for a while - then I go

Murmuring my pardon

I leave for her a bunch

Of freesias on her bench

Perfumed amen

Knowing all the while she’ll never know

But I pray that she might sense them

Through warped time’s shake and shimmer

Sense love’s fervent glimmer

Come again

Though I hardly dare to hope it might be so

Still in this calm seclusion

Apart from lively chatter

Of things that do not matter

I dream again

Of the girl I loved and lost those years ago

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