My feet don’t land on the ground….
Words you’ve said to me, the only sound.
I hold a peice of it in my hand…
The memory runs through me like sugar, like sand…
And in the cold cellar… I see it in her eyes, and I remember…
We laughed together then, so easily. Drank together then, so naturally.
The bitteroot was planted in our garden- we turned the soil up, and we kept our hearts afloat.
Time is a curious thing, it seems the garden we planted is neverending.
I see your petals outstreched reaching for the sun…
And I smile, because, my sweet sweet friend you are not the only one.
