Sourgrass

Thrillingly soft yet stunningly sweet
The sourgrass tells of they meet.
A reminder of times much simpler than now
When they cared a lot less and frolicked about.
The days of warm wind and sweet salty air
Sitting on the cliffs, the wind blew her hair.
The bluish-green eyes that glanced to the blue.
Exchange of subtle looks, he tries to keep cool.

He walks away and she wonders where
As he soon returns with an all too cool heir.
Revealing a bouquet of sourgrass to her,
He says, "here try it" she says, "are you sure?"
"Just try it, you'll like it, i know."
"Oh my! So sour, where does it grow?"
"All over the cliffs this time of year,
Little yellow flowers, there's some over here."

Now she thinks of it every time she sees him,
And every time he sees it, he's reminded of her.
He wonders if the outcome will be happy or grim.
Thinking and predicting, he could never be sure.
All he could know is what was the case...
The sourgrass will always remind him of her cute face.

Though, now 20 years has passed.
He remembers not when he saw her last.

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