Spring Cleaning

Unzipping the plastic bag
                        her eyes seemed focused
                        on the memories locked inside
                        So organized she thought
                        as she pulled roses and spring
                        from winter's storage
                        Smoothing the wrinkles
                        or were they waves of passion
                        with her delicate touch
                        she looked out the window
                        and noticed the green leaf -
                        a bud on the vine
                        the first sign of spring
                        Lying back, looking up
                        she closed her eyes
                        and began to dream...
                        The rush of the moments
                        familiar figure of home
                        smiles like sunshine
                        new to the soul
                        His touch upon her bare skin
                        the look in his eyes
                        mesmerized by the husky whisper
                        in her ear...
                        He was here...
                        right here....
                        We were...
                        Sighing and smiling
                        rolling her body to the side
                        arm embracing lonely space
                        she dare not cry
                        But the memory...
                        oh, the unforgettable memory
                        of his loving face
                        embroidered like the flower
                        upon the bed on which she lay
                        Remained in her heart
                        forever stained where she lay
                        Someday...
                        she vowed silently, determined
                        someday