Buried in the garden

Bleeding heart flowers

Rummaging through the old cedar chest
My fingers gently scanning loving words
I rubbed my moistened eyes a time or two
Because the love we had still lives in me

Underneath the layers of cards and letters
Were the sad goodbye letters, the folded break-up notes
Wrinkled or torn then taped together again to save
Finally buried in the garden today under the bleeding hearts

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