July 29, 2013

 

 

Lost memories of sweet Louise

return to me with the summer breeze.

I see her face, her anxious smile,

as the car drove on, mile after mile.

 

Each crying branch of trees we passed

all knew the journey would be our last.

Each traffic light that was on red

only added to, the heartfelt dread.

 

Such memories of sweet Louise

A treasure trove, to me, are these.

Her arrival came, and soon she went

And those few hours were all we spent.

 

 

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