Refrain
They say you'll forget the old song,
That musical pledge to belong.
But traces remain,
Its stunning refrain
Now weighs on the one left alone.
The vibrancy sparkling her eyes
Had vanished the day of goodbye.
The numbness of shock,
A mirror to mock,
Reflecting no image of why.
Months later, you cried in your sleep,
As time grants a final release.
To pause and recall
The bloom of it all,
Two flowers long fallen to seed.
Gene Bourne
03-16-14
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