A sonnet a day for February - day 22 - Path

My mind teeming with memories of us.
Remembering sand between toes and those
days we walked until tired then caught bus.
How beautiful, my locks, your big Afro.

All this time has gone by and I still know
that love never leaves, it stays in our cells.
Then I was your girl and you were my beau.
You'd pick me a rose and I would hear bells.

We are older now and so far apart.
Still we are so close, I'll never forget
Ways you made me feel, ways you touched my heart.
I remember sometimes and blush and sweat.

That's the thing about this life that we live,
take from this journey as much as we give.