Mr. Memorandum


Deeply etched into the trunk

our love is still as ripe

as it was, the years we walked

Along that trail those nights.


and through the path of Dixie

on the bank of Lakeworth beach

waves still wrap around the stones

that lost your favorite ring


The pier hasn't changed much

and through all the hurricanes

the decks where we would make love

   have yet to wash away


i tread along each morning,

it reminds me of the days

but walking ends with roses

to place atop your grave

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