You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.

My memory has this funny thing
I can remember words
Other times I can remember environments
But never really being able to combine the two

When I remember times with you
Everything around becomes blurry
But you stand there clear as day
You stick out of the recollection with your beauty

The gorgeous gleam in your eyes
No matter the time passed
This detail stays
The look you gave when you used to love me

the beauty of the sacred sky
       birds in flight, who knows why?
                        clouds of color soft fly by ...


            do we join them when we die?