"Return to the garden"

@Uootem

Walking through the garden of my past.
So many stone paths winding here and there.
I find a bench situated in the center of the space,
start thinking of what was once "us"... what made this place.
I often get lost in the memories ... so sad my fate.
To and fro I pace each step... taken before.
My spirit in search of freedom...
attained only by captivating eyes... now just a memory.
Your eyes once showed love to me.
I listen to words remembered... spoken in another time.
Captivating, encircling....caressing, almost to the point of passion
Felt now in the rhythms of the relentless breeze.
Touching the root of my very essence.
Flowers and butterflies... each a cherished moment
each enticing me to stay a little while longer
Feeling the pain with every breath I take
the passion of love is tempting to me.
Enchanting me...dreaming .....a vision of you.
Suddenly as if waking I find myself
knowing your love is not through with me...
even though you might well be.
I sigh my promise to the gardener.
As I leave I give her a smile... she is the ghost of love lost.
I turn ... looking back
I whisper... I'll be back someday...