Olive grove, rotten fruit

I will never forget that place
Up on that hill
Amongst the olive grove

The place where sky meets sea
And the soil looks like dust
Where fruit has again begun to grow

I will never forget our walks
Discussions over sunset
The islands our only witnesses

I will never forget the times
When we made love
The abandoned church and its ghosts
Our spectators

I will never forget the smells
Of life renewed
And rotten fruit