I watched you entering the garden,
still stately, tall and handsome.
Your long brown locks
tumbled over the brown collar
of the tweed blazer worn
with pride in family tradition.
Your eyes met mine;
did I see recognition
of a long lost love
or did you smile as you
always did in social circles.
I watched as your wife led you
along garden paths, her hands
expressing her designs
while truth be told she was
just a gardener, and I was
the creator of our Eden.
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