Walking down the path
Felt something stirring inside…
Have I been here before ..?
Wondering and wondering awhile…
…
Doesn’t he remember..?
This is where they first met..!
Here — their park bench…
There- her favorite swing-set…
…
The wind blows
Like ghosts whooshing past…
That’s when it all unwinds
A train of memories so fast…
…
Up and down goes the swing
With her on the creaking seat…
The blonde of her swaying hair
carrying her scent so sweet…
…
And here a cherry tree
With its blossom pink…
Below, her eyes locked into his
Bestowing him admiration with every blink…
…
Overwhelming emotions
In the first clumsy kiss…
Yearning for the moment to last forever
A moment of perfect bliss…
…
“Am I gliding past her..
Past her and her memories ..?
Look how she watches me.!
Undisturbed.. by my worries…”
…
“Am I losing her again..??”, he wonders
But, to keep her alive in him he’ll strive…
She’ll forever be a Fading Rose
In the thorny moments of his life…
