Memories of a Love.

The pond is still there

calm in the afternoon heat.

We sat here once 

gazing across the water's skin

dragonflies hoovering 

ducks swimming.

Other ducks swim there now 

dragonflies hoovering still 

but you have gone 

and the place is not the same.

We sat and talked 

maybe now and then 

a quick kiss or hug 

feeling summer's warmth 

and sounds of birds 

in trees and around and above.

But you no more 

just memories of a love.