Lifelong Love Lost

Lifelong Love Lost

Such hopes, such dreams, remember when we were going to have a cottage with roses round the door and children and cats and love and laughter and so much more? Do you remember or do you now prefer to forget?
Gliding on a river drops of water made me glitter and your strong body twisted and turned and the sight of you lifted me and it seemed I made you proud.
I was your girl. You were my boy and there was not a thought that we would never be us and all the precious moments were gathered together in a flower with petals that began slowly to break away.
Did you, like me gather the petals and save them? Did you say, "at least I once had this?" Did you save and press them or did you, as you seemed to do, throw them onto the compost heap of all your memories of me?
Which was it really? I have heard you regret some things you did, but in the street you do not turn your head. Perhaps we are both another now, but I would like you to know I still thank you for the good times and still think of them as fine times and have kept the box and the flower press you gave me with all of the memories safely kept inside.