Slowly, step by hesitant step
He was shuffling through
His garden of memories
Now and then stopping to smell
One of the beautiful flowers
Wearing petals of lost times
Wistfully looking up to
The tall trees of past moments
Remembering her by the
Delicately fragrant scents
Seeing her in the beauty
Of the dew dripping leaves
Hearing her sweet voice
In the soft whistling
Of low hanging branches
Feeling her presence when
Brushing past elder bushes
His breath slowed and steadied
With contented mind at ease
He knew he was not alone
She was with him every step
With shiny eyes and a shy smile
He looked up and quietly whispered
“We’ll be together again soon, my Love”