I Can Almost

I Can Almost .... I can almost see you there; Coming through the front gate. Wearing flowers in your hair; And then you hesitate. I thought I caught a glimpse of you; By your favorite maple tree. Where you always sat and drew; Then realizing that you are now a memory. I could have sworn I heard your voice; Whispering my name. And as I began to rejoice; I remembered it is not the same. I can almost feel your presence; At certain times and days. As if you are sending hints; You've not really gone away. In the breeze I smell your perfume; You wore it all the time. But alas; death came too soon. And you no longer are mine. By: Darlene Doll Smith