Sweet

This sweet memory

Had gone forever

But I wish you're still around

Strolling the sane path

We used to take

Soaking from  the same drizzle

We ever got

Of course I realize we now get a different journey

And impossible to reunite

But the song,the path, and the drizzle

Still clouded my mind whenever I'm lonely

The art of fiction, the edge of Fall, Fredericksburg, 9/7/2024