I live in the garden you planted for me. I hold onto these memories, my hands bare of cold on the nights I'm so alone. The roof over my head marks time I can't forget. I stare blankly as your picture sits so quietly. My eyes slowly drown as the distant scents I used to hold on dearly now fade away. The Time of life has now come to an end. Fall through the timeless memories and up to the heavens I'll be with you again.
Time Of Life
September 15, 2010