Sometimes the

Most painful

Memories and

Fears take

Years to

Expose buried

And hidden

Often best

Left to

Decompose we

Sat in

A park

Naked and

Drilled down

And while

Together the

Pain was

Gone but

Now alone

My exposure

Is beginning

To throb

Did I

Say too

Much did

You I’ve

Always thought

That the

More we

Say the

Stronger we

Are then

Why do

I still

Feel like

Crying today

I do

Know why

It’s the

Frostbite from

The truth

Napping he’s

Far away

He could

Be in

A boat

Off to

Sea or

On a

Mountain top

No closer

To me

I guess

This is

What you

Become the

Blissful silence

Of love

Impatient I

Await like

A child

Upstairs on

Christmas morn

Or the

Family dog

At the

Gate or

Even as

Cream for

Your coffee

Yet I

Don’t know

Which is

Sweeter the

Hope of

Happiness or

The memories

It brings

And if

You’re lucky

You find

A little

Piece of

Heaven on

Earth an

Orchid a

Skipping stone

Your laughter

Bean it’s

These small

Things that

Reminds me

That the

Joys of

Paradise indeed

Are around

Me every

Single day