Corkboard, full of good
moments conjuring memories
which remind me to
dig through old

Like a flower you were so beautiful
That a garden was made just for you
Such a fool am I
I should

What is sad is
I loved you
Sadder still
You loved me too
Last night
I dreamed of

There you are,
I can barely see you
Lost in the fog
On the other side of the platform.

How did