I Remember...

I remember walking down the path
toward the gazebo.

I remember the moment when
I saw you standing there

outside of time.

You were busy getting ready
for me, for us
with a broom in your hands.

That's how I still envision you -- 
you, beautiful in your flowing 
cotton dress,
flower wreath in your hair
waiting for me to join you at your side...

Scott Speck
09/05/2010