Lingering Memories
Gray mist mingles with tears sired in grief
My cold skin streaked by the hushed warmth of sorrow
Broken morning wooing my pain
Withered leaves once the color of emeralds
Prance over the cobblestoned path
Like tiny dancers tapping toes and heels to Nature’s unheard symphony
Naked trees line the path of lingering memories
If I don’t move
If my eyes refuse to look away
I can see her
Who she was
Before
Grace adorned in flowing crimson
Alabaster skin reaching for promises of tomorrow
She twirls barefooted and carefree
The pathway clamoring for her touch
My heart beating faster in anticipation of seeing her face again
I can’t see her face
God help me please see her face again
Glowing steel cuts my soul
One more time I beg
Before she is gone
Forever
Let me see who she was
Before I watched her die
With no lingering memories of me
|