In some cases the people we love no longer can or will
return our feelings and situations like that are the inspiration behind this
poem.
Memory
In the soft embrace of lover’s
gaze
I see you, steady as the
mountains
as beautiful as a summer
breeze,
like the last notes of a
symphony
that plays beneath the forest
trees,
that of cicadas and foxes,
all is silence, all is beauty
and memory
and with you I will always
remember.
Writing the last lines in this
awful
letter trying not to let her
fade like
the fog outside my window, she
flits
away and something inside me
cries
while I’m trying not to let her
because
I will always remember.
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