More Than a Memory
More Than A Memory
I see her clearly, in the sunset’s last glow,
And she speaks to me in a voice soft and low.
There’s no doubt what I see is a mystery
To those who know she was taken from me.
The sun dips low and soon sinks to rest
And I’m left in the starlight, confused and obsessed.
A vision from yesterday will haunt me all night
And morning will find me still eager to fight.
Her eyes remain bright, though never as clear
As they now lack the passion as when she was near.
I reach, but can’t touch her – my heart can but ache –
When she becomes real is when I awake.
I’m trapped in this whirlwind of yesterday’s pain
And fight the reality that toys with my brain.
I wonder why fate can be so unkind
As to take one away and leave one behind.
I know she is trying. the chasm to breach
That now lies between us - she's just out of our reach.
And she seems to be more than just a glow -
She's more than a memory from so long ago.
Written By John Posey
06/13/13
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013
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