To CL

A memorial made of polished ash colored stone

Covered with a memory from the past

With vibrant paint strokes of two others of the present

Whispering many secrets to the universe

Hoping it may understand

A brittle bench with black brass railings

And old chipped paint that can no longer be deciphered

Holds up the trust between the two

Who have dropped memories like loose change at its feet

As if the cracked pavement was a wishing well

Two lonely but content maroon color leather chairs

With rips and busted stitching   

Erupting from the seams with exuberant joy

With moments that have been stuffed into the cushions

Unable to hold each and every one

A library clogged delighted with books

And years old stories

Guarding the secrets

Precious happiness

And our adventures that have been  imprinted on the walls

Like a fortress with aisles upon aisles of universes acting as guardians of those moments

Filled with memories that can’t be forgotten

Colored with laughter spilling every which way

Ringing in the small nook

Hidden behind aisles of books

There’s something beautiful about a shared secret

That was growing and knocking against one’s chest like a prisoner

Sweetheart

Thank you

For our

Many adventures