#335 Come To Terms - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
It was serene and quiet there.
A soft wind wafted through the air,
The breeze and trees sang a duet.
I sauntered around, looking down,
Feeling like I was miles from town,
That day in May when we first met.
Flowers of different shapes and shades
Surrounded by myriad green grass blades,
Are scents and sentiments in my memory.
I recall everything from day,
I remember the words I didn’t say,
But I thought a lot beneath your tree.
I wondered what had brought you here,
The past, at times, is so unclear.
Where’d your rain and pain come from?
Were you born in a pleasant place?
What trials were you forced to face?
What flaws caused you to succumb?
I’ve come to terms with the unknown,
I’ve settled for your name alone,
Your name and flame will never cease.
I’ll be back soon to visit you,
Just as quickly as I’m able to.
Til then, again, rest in peace.
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