Did I not walk this way in summer sun?
In spring's bouquet I must have come
to breathe and see and chat away with
friends and "friends" of those in sway.

I did. I did. I surely did.
I've seen this place in many suns.
Its fizzy coat and grassy *****
too green and grey for in-between.

On lonely days I've passed this way,
with eyes cast down on darkened path
I stole my time in these here parts
with coat and hat and white in eye.

And yet I've missed this moment's sight,
a pause, a smile and grasp to heart.
Last night's forgot. Its glum has
gone and brought again another sun.