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Weeding the bottom of the Garden: down memory lane

 Yesterday,
walking around the garden
no longer owned
swallowed into a vortex of memories

its been awhile since the rain fell
on the silent swing at the garden
hidden among the bougainvillea
and the bushes of frangipanis

its a waste land there, abandoned
since the last giggles went silent
and sounds of stolen kisses
became vague distant memories

making love under twinkling stars
listening to distant Christmas fireworks
crying together at perceived hurts
holding on together in times of sorrow

the years rushed by
familiarity bred indifference
grew thick over passion
kisses were cheeks loving was quick

she came into your life
and he came into mine
stolen kisses repeated
cuddles and loving all over again

they were just not you and I
she took you away faraway
while I bled from various cuts
for he too have left

weeding the bottom of the garden
with hoes and cutters
slowly pulling out the weeds
and trimming the hedges

the new owners
young as we were
working together with so much love
holding hands filled with flowers

they smiled at me
as I waved goodbye
stealing kisses
and giggling together

we were there too
once.


Written by Grace (IDryad)
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