Sean (darksoul) wrote,

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time passes and memory fades...

year after year, i make plans to be there after the first bloom.
planted on a frigid morning in march so many years ago,
our little hideaway from the world.
the memory of your face comes to me in dream,
but in the daylight hour, all i can remember is the smell of spring, the warmth of the sun, and the breeze blowing through my hair as we laid together in the flower bed.
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