In Memory's Garden

Happy am I to touch the sky.
So glad that you walked by.
Nice that you were my friend.
Maybe we can do it, again.

In memory's garden are daffodils.
Little keepsakes and there still.
Past flowers from a golden era.
Alone, I am their only bearer.

Tokens that I choose to save.
From a path that I did pave.
They come alive of their volition.
Mostly when I am in this condition.

You reminded me of a time I knew.
Similar of what you went through.
I know its not really just the same.
Sometimes I can't remember her name.

She lives in memory's garden, though.
She is so clear when I choose to stroll.
In memory's garden she'll live forever.
So nice that we were there together.