in memory

Sweet summer breezes
and a quiet creek in the woods
and the words etched into the oak tree
and it tastes sweeter in my memory.

The words we've spoken
and the glances that said even more
but when you care, you leave it be
and it tastes sweeter in my memory.

The agony of things left unsaid 
and the grief of those that should have been
but one day
it will taste sweeter in my memory.