Mushrooms (April 27th, 2018)

I saw the mushrooms growing on the trees
Transported to distant memories
Your golden hair, light airy laugh as we talk
“see these they are…” I continue to walk
How I regret my disinterest now
I thought my heart would heal somehow
But those mushrooms reminded me of you
The tears stain like the rain use to
When we danced and held hands in it
Will I ever heal, will I one day forget?
If you were here my beloved Misty
Would you identify the mushrooms for me?

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