I see us walking,
Side by side,
Alongthe path
That threaded
Through the gardens.
We were talking
Of things we might do
In the oh so near
Future.
We walked
Occasionally
I would smile
You would choose
From you pallet
of many faces
Always making me smile.
We turned
To return home.
I turned
And you were
No longer there.
July 2019
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