Melody in a Minor Chord

Memories that remain in your heart,
like a wistful melody in a minor chord.

The first kiss by the koi pond,
behind the stacked stone waterfall,
hidden under the drooping branches
of the bloom covered orchid tree.

I remember that kiss,
and the boy who kissed me.
Even though he sleeps eternally
since forty years ago.
His name recorded for the ages
on that long black wall
in Washington D. C.

Today, I watch the koi
playing hide and seek
beneath the lotus flowers.
The waterfall stones
are moss covered.
The orchid tree is taller now,
no place to hide a kiss,

Memories that remain in your heart,
like a wistful melody in a minor chord.