A dying stem when you left home.

 

Damn, need to catch a train home.

 

That face when you smiled.

 

Those eyes when we made love.

 

Imagine a dream.

 

I’m-a-genie in a dream.

 

She is my sweet-filled queen.

 

As her every wish will be fulfilled.

 

I standing in a field.

 

Alone.

 

Emotions spilled on the mound.

 

Porch nights aren’t the same since  you been gone.

 

I’ll take the blame for that.