His hugs were sweet

I must walk down the garden but I weep
My bag of tears has burst,I run amok
We used to sit  outside to  read or eat

I dream of  him awake and when I sleep
He asks me to go with him,so I pack
I will walk down the garden but I weep

He  sees I  live in chaos and don’t cook
My active life by sadness  has been blocked
We used to sit  outside to  read or eat

I ask him when he comes to take a look
He smiles discreetly yet he seems to mock
I will walk down the garden then I’ll  weep

This is an awful setback,not defeat
For circumstances dire gave me a shock
We used to sit  outside to  read or eat

Life  will cause us suffering with is knocks
Time to wait and time to gather pluck
I must walk down the garden when I weep
We used to sit  outside,his hugs were sweet