Our memories are the last little remnants of a garden
Morsels once dedicated to our time together
Now just a place to rest in peace
I remember when plants flourished under the fluorescent moon
And we waltzed past mums and lilies
Interlacing our fingers with promises meant to be unbroken except
People end up changing just like the seasons
And now solemn figures dance through
Laying down teddy bears and picture frames on top of snow
Reminiscing with loved ones through weeping and tears
So I fought back my fears
And drowned out all my feelings
Forgetting the winter night terrors
Every bottle of whiskey a sweet reminder of your words milked with honey
Just like you used to call me
The golden warmth sent me back to summer
While sitting under the sun
Digging dirt under our fingernails just for fun
Becoming a slave to a place called
Security
A place bursting with hues of green
Where birds hummed peacefully
Roses and tulips stood softly
And boy
Were we whipped to a place with such purity
Where we could get away with anything
But a heist robbed us of our safety
Slipped us from our sanity
Stole our color, our music, our peace
Left us with nothing but weeds
Little patches of dandelions called
Our memories