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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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