all my growing up was done with you -
though others came before you,
grew entwined and now
memory grieves to tear apart these fragile
cut down no longer flowering
it feels like winter in my
but i cannot lose my hope in spring.
all my finest days were spent with you
though i am far away now,
still remember all
the sweetest thoughts and hours strung between us
strand of pearls unbroken,
till through circumstances torn apart
nothing breaks this thing that binds us -
always, always with me.