The Memory of Pain

September 2006

I finally went into that park
to take the paths that we once walked
Sit 'neath our sweet-limbed willow tree
and think of how we talked.

I brought bread for the ducks, our ducks
so they couldn't miss us both
And sat cold and silent on a swing
reliving times which I missed most.

I walked among the flowers
and slyly plucked a bud or two
To tuck into my pocket
to hold the thought of you.

Snapdragon for your indifference,
For heartlessness hydrangea's taken
Marigold was your cruelty,
Anemone for love forsaken.

As I returned home I thought
I would not come again
My heart has healed; I seek no more
The memory of pain.