Oh, that's sad.
Beautiful poem. I like where you took the words.
Aww, that's sad.
Visiting the past with regret is something that I seem to be an expert at, just as the speaker of the poem is. Maybe if s/he crushed that rosemary, the fragrance would take him/her past regret to hope. Maybe.
Ah to revisit the springtime of life... seems many of us did that with these words. Well done, OE. Rosemary's pungent scent is captivating.
Ooooh I can smell the rosemary and taste the tears of regret...lovely - lovely - lovely ....
Yes..the smell is poignant..i imagine it mixed with tears..i hope there is some comfort in having a place of remembrance..
I think we go back to those moments in the hope of changing them or finding another outcome. We can be so silly at times,Elizabeth
Aw, so sad Old. I was actually just thinking of my late first husband this morning. Some memories are so special and precious, aren't they? Nicely done. :)
Sorrow filled, but oh so beautiful, Old Egg.Pamela
A poignant ending indeed.
Sad love poem.
Looking back to the past can be an education though with a tinge of regret thrown in! Nicely Robin!Hank
oh, old egg...such longing and love.
Sad stuff - the longings for yesterday...Anna :o]
oh how sad.
lovely poem, places remind us about past with regrets and not...