The Tea Garden

 

The Tea Garden

 

The tea garden where I spent my time

and wrote my poetry line by line

 

Became a restless place in my soul

realizing the flowers had grown old

 

Leaves scattered here and there

as if someone no longer cared

 

I feel so lonely here

I just may spill my tears

 

My mind wonders back in time

when this Tea Garden

was your's and mine

 

I still sit here

remembering the hours

 

You stayed gone

and left my heart

sad and alone

 

Now that I

have passed away

just my soul 

continues to stay

 

~Marposa Una Lila~

November 15th 2010

Reviews

[Tony]

I think we've all felt that "passed away" feeling. Kinda haunted by everything-- memories, and places. Touching write-- well done.