I’ve come back
To the scene of a crime
To comb the area,
To look for any sign
Of something that happened
A few moons ago.
To ask any witness
Of what they might know
Broken blades of grass
Show where he stood
Carving out initials
On a dry piece of wood
Crushed and wilted petals
I found beneath a tree
Crumpled candy wrappers
I saw maybe three.
The wick of a candle
That burned so bright
The smell of sweet wine
To cap off the night.
There in plain view
You don’t need to be smart
You can tell this was where
A man stole my heart.
June 15, 2016 at 5:09 pm
Little witty..😃
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June 15, 2016 at 11:58 pm
Thanks 😊
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