Echoes

Childhood memories.

Echoes.

Echoes in the garden,

echoes of our voices

time as we used to know,

time as we understood.

Life stretching before us,

nothing asked,a lot shared.

Time and childhood,

two entities not to be fooled.

If only we had known,

if only we had foreseen

our time was but short...

Life unfolds without mercy

your dear presence still looms

over the shrubs left to grow

in a now deserted garden.