Wine & Milk

You spilled milk I spilled red wine Or still of heart needed wild flowers

A field of spring blooms When you absorb the magic A bed of wilted flowers falling apart in the way our soul The fond memories of our innocence Immortalized in that keychain we share The nights are lost Your scent lingers yet The semblance of womanhood we inhabited Streaming down to our conscious we just picked up our car to stay until you for a while

A thin memories wither away Like flower petals in autumn your red shoes and my white shirt will never share this garden again