this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I’mtrying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I’m alreadyinside one?

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.