A Story...One of Many
Time, engraved on markers
Beginnings and endings
saying so much and so little.
Lives,
once filled with so much
hope, love, dreams,
now gone.
Amidst the mighty beech, elms and cedars
we brought our own
hope, love, dreams.
A fallen log, an ancient tree,
a wooden structure,
anywhere, together.
Dark woods, full of life,
and sun dappled paths
carried sounds of longing.
Others have walked this ground before us,
facing empty nights, missing their love.
It is our path too.
A sad place or a place to celebrate a life?
It is both, and now more,
to me, to us.
Oh, to return...
I long to return to a place..
that most never leave.
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