by Richard LeGault
I wish you were here
I wish you were close
and those are the times that I'm wishing the most.
I gave you that ring you wear on your hand
and like time in an hour glass, you slip away like sand.
I want you so bad to hold, and to touch
and that is because I love you so much.
And I want you to know whatever you do
I will always be here
and I will always love you.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Always
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