Back Then

I walked into this garden again
the garden with a high hedge
where we used to walk around naked and timeless
youth on our side and self forgotten
sometimes the farmer from next door
would pass by sitting high on his tractor
catching a forbidden glimpse into our world
which was a paradise he hated
because he could not enter
I walked into this garden again
the garden with a high hedge
but time had passed
no one was there but me
and some vague memories