romancing the past

it was hard for her
to leave
the past behind.
the sweet harmony they made
together.
the deck,
the dogs, the stream
and woods
behind the low rise
of a foot bridge.
it was hard
to not romanticize the past.
pretending
that all things
were good in that life,
no pain,
no sorrow, no
strife.
it was hard for her
when thinking back,
and harder for
me when I knew
where her thoughts
were at.