by Paul Hirst   Apr 23, 2020

Scatter my ashes in the places we walked
where we sat and watched sunsets,
laughed,joked and talked
Think of me often as I would of you
and smile if you can,and let your tears be so few
Remember the sand that we felt between toes
the touch of my hand, the sweet scent of that rose
the crisp taste of cider,fire smoke in our eyes wrapped deep in that blanket and our sensual sighs
the secrets we shared watching countless suns rise
Think of shared moments that no other knew and whisper Paul gently and smile when you do.


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