95. Poem
I ripped open the gift
It smelt the same,
as it always did.
The precious gift
With memories within
Of a past well lived
The fragrances clear
Faces aren't blurr
Everything frozen, sans fear
In a cup full of love
Reminiscing golden days
That once was a beautiful us
The seals all broken
Insides now open
Eyes met thence bespoken
Everything messed up
Wrappings removing
Destiny sweet still breathing
Sunshine
Sun 16th Jan 2022 08:38
Yes Nigel🌷