The grass carpet, pronounces in blue, that never shall I forget about you.
I remember your garden complete with blue path, from those days of pure innocence, when we both had a laugh.
My lonely bed, in which I stumble alone is blessed with memories deep in her foam.
Once you shared my bed, but it played with your head, so now you are gone.
There were tears on leaving,  so willingly shed, the tears of sorrow emptied your head.
We said au revoir, knowing not how far our journey had taken us, me as I cried as I left on the bus.
I held you in trust.
Trusted your word no matter how absurd.
The end of our days of as two evaporated, as morning sun stole the dew.
Still, I notice the revered coat of forget- me -nots kissing my lawn, an ironic fine reminder that I am forlorn.
(c) Livvi