walking down
the tree lined street
I shelter
where I can
from lashing rain
and prying eyes

these days are special for us
I remember when
we would pick daisies
dandelions and fruit
from the fecund bushes
lining our wanderings

no noisy cars to trouble us
nor unwise elders ruling our lives
for life was free
those days
no manacles of do nots
for we did

now
many years older
but never wiser
I pray for loves lost
and moments fading
but not dead yet
never dead without
you

02/06/2021