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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Autumn Love
PoetryLove blossoms, and then it fades away. What never fades though are the memories.