remembered
sun filled days
star lit nights
fireflies blinking
and the sweet
smell of jasmine
She remember
his lovely brown yes
the curl of his lips
and the way he loved
to rub her nose with his
She thought she heard
the night whispering
her secrets
but mistook the night
for a nightmare of mornings
without him
She paused to remember
he died a long time ago.
bentfeather
08/21/04