Memories

He came by my house today. I was

outside watering my daisies when I

heard a car pull In the driveway. He

walked over to me and gave me a photo.

It was a Polaroid photo. It was back a

long time ago when we were so young

and full of love in our hearts and

happiness in our eyes. For once I felt

sympathy running through my body.

Even he, had a few tears coming out of

his eyes. He spoke up "I want you to
have this."

I asked "why"

"It's one last picture you can add to your box of memories. It's my favorite."

With that he turned his back and

walked away. Leaving me in the

garden with mascara running down my face.

Why did he just randomly show up?

I'm curious.