Thought's of the One I Knew

Looking down upon the smiling faces, Captured in a black & white embrace She recalls the only day of warmth in Late November A freak of nature’s gift was sunlight Touching on their skin Like embers Breaking down she begs him to Remember Searching for the spark to re-ignite I can barely see. Who is she? I know her face, I think, I might, I can’t be sure. Maybe one day I’ll escape. And tell her things I think I feel for her. Through the tears she realises The cruel exchange of sun For darkness Glowing embers in the breeze Love is not a memory And from the crutches of His blackness He turns to see her silent sadness Softly puts his hand upon her In his eyes the final flicker, a tiny spark Enough, to say goodbye