SoulReserve

Wisteria

There by the gazebo
of my childhood home,
where wisteria hangs
in a luscious bunch,
I remember
days
when we would meet,
quietly
in the night
to kiss,
And now,
how strange it feels,
to sit there
as if waiting,
for you
and a time
that will never be.

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