The Last things I’ll Remember

Holding hands down the street, smiles wide

across lovely faces, hair scattered

by wild winds.

Open doors gently greeting visitors

to quietly approach the edge

and snuggle tight.

Waking up next to you under the vast stars

so close yet so far away, but, my love,

at least I will forever have you.

Rose bushes carefully trimmed and brought for

the kitchen vase placed cautiously by

yours truly.

Whispers of secret loves ‘tween knowing lips

dreaming of these moments never ending.

Drifting to sleep in eachothers arms.

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