Memories,
Like ancient ghosts,
Haunt the attic of my mind
Burning kindling’s pungent smell
Hovering
In crisp fall air
Lovers skating
Arm in arm
Across frozen pond
White cotton sheets
Beneath thick quilts
Your body next to mine
Gardenia’s scent
Floating
On soft spring breeze
Lazy hum of bumble bee
Foraging nectar
Giving life
Summer’s sun
Beating down
On dew-covered grass
Children
Laughing
On crowded playground
Lightning bugs
Twinkling tiny beacons
Leading us
We know not where
Releasing your hand,
I watched you cross that muddy river
And yearned, so, for the other side
Now, I lie and listen
To the night’s
silence call
But I’ll remember you, my love
And all the good times we had