we would cook our meals. Sharing the space called kitchen.
I, in her way.
Her, in mine.
But we loved it. We had the most genuine smiles
we prayed through the mornings. Churched it in the afternoon.
Lazy moments spent on the sofa
Provided the best ‘spoons’
The breeze from the patio, the whisp of the ceiling fan
Made life a little more livable and two fools more lovable
The park called our names, hurried us there…carrying our troubles away
if only for those minute hours
we lay among the flowers, sharing our hopes
Dreams for the future, laughing hysterically
at nothing, at the whole of it all
The beginning of a new time, the end of another
Sundays were the times we spent together
where the world existed of us. For us. With us. Just us.
where heaven was on land
where I loved her and she me and loving was our plan
Our greatest times, our defining times
I guess I feel nostalgic
over days that’ve gone & past
Milling over all that was, remembering the good of it and also the bad
I don’t know how she spends those days now
we’ve not spoken in awhile
I miss her still
Though it doesn’t show
I miss her most