Find me down the garden path, the path that built to carry us through the weeds. The one that was lit by the night sky/ and whispered promises of laughter and memories. The path the kids led the children to their clubhouse. That path I built over many years of changes.

Find me down the garden path. Now overgrown with vines and weeds. As I sit and silently cry over all who no longer have need for it. I built it for them. I built it for you. I’ve locked myself at its end, wanting to stay in this little nook I had cleared. It has a perfect view of the night sky, especially during the full moon.

It’s here I wail for you, for our children. For the memories that move me to another time. The look on all of your faces, the smiles and laughter that echo around me.

Find me down the garden path if you ever wish to find me. It’s here I concede my life and all that it contains. It’s here I’ve decided where I shall remain.