Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more
A special time – when we were young
For freer days when we knew hope
And what we felt we had was – scope.
I miss you love at evening time
On a day of endless rain
Out on your garden I gaze again...
The greatest thing is we are one
And with the fire of joy we glow
The worst thing – you’re unwell...
