A Ghost in Reality

Can you love a garden so much?

- that you catch a flash-back while at work, and your heart sinks completely shattered?

Can you cherish a memory so much?

- that visiting the same place without his bouncing curls makes it feel like a cemetery?

I smell the moist earth,

see the dancing shadows of the light through the leaves.

I am still blinded by the sunshine reflecting off those bouncing curls and the love in his eyes and smile.