Our Garden

As I walk in the Garden

I gently touch all the flowers

Their petals against my fingers

Is like your soft hands,

Intertwined with me

I see all the weeds

Taking all the sunlight

It reminds me of our fights

It rips my heart in two

I lay on the hill 

Where we used to lay

Staring up at the clouds

Making them into shapes

This place I am in

The person I am

Would be nothing

Without our Garden