Granite Stones 

 

Yesterday I drove passed our 

Old home and I wept yet again

Shrubs had overtaken the ground 

And a blanket of greenry 

Smothered the garden 

A place that once bloomed with 

Fragrant jasmine freshness 

Has become a cemetery of memories

 

I glanced at the grantite stone we had 

Vowed to paint brown 

Now they lay bare 

Crouched beneath the iron gate

 

That was two decades ago 

And glaciers of ice still dwell in me 

So now,

Everytime I pass by

I melt a little more each day 

And somehow, on the eve of our love 

I find myself, lingering 

Right here.