A memory that stays forever.
My last memory of you just so happens to be my favourite.
I haven't seen you in awhile,
Do you remember the time we walked down a path and it was full of flowers?
I was playing in the flowers and you told me to be careful?
Maybe one day soon we can go back and replant the flowers I once played with as a child?
Why do I feel like I will be waiting a while for the day we can play in the feild of flowers?
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Jen Phillips
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Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
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This was so poignant, profound, nostalgic, and emotional. Loved your poem! I've followed you on Instagram hehehe