Laugh.
Even when you wanna cry.
Smile.
Yes, it’s hard to say goodbye.
Gifts are those which my memory holds.
Warm breeze.
Sweet summer air.
The many days we did share.
A young love.
A magical space.
Gone.
To some other place.
Walks and talks consuming many hours.
Never stopped us from smelling the flowers.
Violets, roses, bluebells too..
But lilacs make me think of you.
Sweet soft fragrance and delicate to the touch.
Gosh. I miss you, so much.
Barefoot playing these silly two.
Had ways of pointing to say I love you.
Two young lovers wild and free.
Dancing in a bathroom, what an odd place to be.
These movies that play in my mind...
You Sir were one of a kind.
Do I cry when I think of you?
Yes.
At times I do.
Even though we all must die
It was you that taught me how to fly..
Panda~
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Laugh.
Even when you wanna cry.
Smile.
Yes, it’s hard to say goodbye.
Gifts are those which my memory holds.
Warm breeze.
Sweet summer air.
The many days we did share.
A young love.
A magical space.
Gone.
To some other place.
Walks and talks consuming many hours.
Never stopped us from smelling the flowers.
Violets, roses, bluebells too..
But lilacs make me think of you.
Sweet soft fragrance and delicate to the touch.
Gosh. I miss you, so much.
Barefoot playing these silly two.
Had ways of pointing to say I love you.
Two young lovers wild and free.
Dancing in a bathroom, what an odd place to be.
These movies that play in my mind...
You Sir were one of a kind.
Do I cry when I think of you?
Yes.
At times I do.
Even though we all must die
It was you that taught me how to fly..
Panda~
A poem for Chris
I love you
