we never did.
We never danced
amongst the daffodils
along a mountainside,
or were children
holding hands.
We never lied
in the hay on
a long hay-ride,
or rode the beasts
amongst the trees.
We didn't have a
square-dance
in a barn.
I so forlorn
to do all these
things with you.
Have you heard
a song
that made you cry,
and remembered
all the times we had,
but, knew there
was more of
life to do?
We never pitched
a tent and smelled
the barbecue,
or walked along 5th Ave.
When Christmas came you
were near the
Christmas Tree with me,
and the memory lingers on today.
But, you died an early age;
us longing to do
the things we didn't do.
You brought me a rose
and a candle too,
but you were gone
before the breath
of life anew.
When I look upon
the stars, I see
I think of you,
and wish you were
here to walk along
a sandy beach,
and hear the waves of
love songs in the air.
Or sit up under
an old oak tree
embracing the sky
in each other's arms.
I miss the way
you kissed me.
When I think of you
I'll remember the love,
but still regret
the things of life
we didn't do.
by Dot
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