Alone
a feast of memories
behind my eyes
memories rich
memories hard
empty rooms
cold winter chill
the lights may
fade away
when times were
spent with love
and warmth
are but faded
images in my
heart
alone, as always
I knew
alone
so perfectly alone
so magnificently
perfectly
desperately
alone.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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