Sir (II)

I've treasured him Like my secret memory box And he paraded me like a golden statue. And then, mid-summer, He left me there, Like a basket of strawberries, Ripe and red, Amid the tall grasses Under the glaring sun. Even after six years, Past the men I've loved and who loved me, I could still feel him Not being here. I could still hear his voice Along with the songs in that CD. ©reddragonfly⚘