Three of us at the garden

Meet me at the garden, for 5 minutes, it's so good to see you, your arms
and fingers, I forget them when there not around, I only love them when
I see them but when I leave I forget them.

I love you, I love you, oh but only when I am here at the secret garden , the apartment
the cemetery...but only when we are there, not when I am at home in my yard
or in the yard with martin, or with my shovel and bob...okay not when I am at my mums
or her mums, or at the grocery store..but at the doctors I do, that's something right?

but I love you when you are here in the secret garden..because when your not you blend in
but when you are here you are your own identity, I can see clearly then and I love you and your
arms specially the middle part, there ..but only.....when you are here ....

it's okay myshkin i will make sense of it.. no matter where I am...
even today at the wedding, the church with the priest up there and my husband by
my side... the priest is telling me that I am lucky to be married, and how sacred it
is and I should love full heartedly, i believe him. I hold my husbands hand and for a moment
i want it to work, I believe it will...but later, i realize how imposible that would be
because on tuesday I will see you, and remember that I love you all the time and everywhere
and that is the only thingmy heart knows fully