I love the way it feels
To be barefooted
In the park,
The normally unexposed
Flesh of my feet
Brushing the blades of
Slightly browned grass
And dirt.

I hear the chirping
Of insect correspondence,
Croaking like frogs
In loud crescendos.
The lush green leaves
On the trees with fat wooden trunks,
They glow yellow under the
Fluorescent night lamps.
The leaves crinkle and crackle,
Shimmy in the wind,
Creating a summer staccato
Against the sounds
Emerging from those
Ever-chattering crickets.

A light breeze kisses my skin,
Twisting itself around
The darkness,
Morphing into a double helix,
DNA of the
breath
Of
Fresh air,
The summer
Heat
Briefly catching
A
Cold.

My bedroom is the most peaceful, and my all time favourite place.

Yeah, I am growing old.

How do I get you off my mind,
when your memories are what I breathe?

And, then my dreams flew in the form of tears,
from my eyes.

I loved him, and sometimes he loved me, too.

And then we lived happily ever after.
.
..
....
Who said together?!

.. Because each one of the scars you left on my heart, is coated with a precious memory!