A Rush..from the Past

I took a stroll in the path we used to follow,

Inhaling the familiar scents we left behind.

Every single memory stands still

Where weeds have now grown,

Covering up what was left

Of the ground we sat on

While we played guitar

And sang along.

I saw us there

In my mind, on the bench

In my thoughts, on the swings

And I heard you talk, and sing our songs

On a sunny afternoon, on the grass so soft

While the little black ants crawled up your trousers

And in my mind, I also heard your laughter and saw your smile.