A personal poem written about one of the
The lilac flowers; flawless sat in that vase never ceased to die, they always lived in her eyes
The purple beverage rest near your side, never far
Flashbacks with her in the corner of your living room; frozen still, yet moving in your mind
Faint sounds of hitting golfballs on your daily bbc sports; swearing and cursing at your losing team
Rolling of balls as they hit the floor akin to the Maltesers you forever loved
Photographs that you could fit into your 'old man' jeans, kissed goodbye
The cold galaxy that consisted of mars bars and chocolate covered cookies melted the heart
All ended with Crunchie Bars and Maltesers
