I think I wanted you to
Dance with me,
Under the possessive tree
Of purple and green
Whose duty he felt, was
To protect us
From the sweltering sun.

I wanted you to
Let me prance on its
Fallen dried leaves.
Laid down to caress our
Naked feet,
Our album just begun.

It’s been a while, now.
I don’t remember much else.

My mind often plays
Silly games with me. It snaps
Only a part of the picture.
The rest of it,
Like what the filtered
Sun felt like, is the unfocused blur.

“Our memories depend on a faulty camera on our minds.”  – What Sarah Said –  Death Cab For Cutie

Daily prompt post : Snap

Did the tree have purple flowers, or red?