Evenings.

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The evenings are my companion now

as I sit here on the patio,

talking to the garden

so lovingly you had built,

but the ferns have taken over

the weeds are more than flowers,

the leaves on the trees have started to fall

littering the grassy floor,

it's all so desolate

even the stars have stopped twinkling.


Yet I continue to sit here every evening,

reliving your memories,

the times of Autumn Love.  

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