Sunday, January 9, 2011


My last days drift in solitude.
Every hour, every night reminds me of you.
The places where we used to sit
linger in my mind.
What wouldn't I do for one more visit,
and to go back in time.
Just to give you a beautiful rose
you loved so much,
and whisper in your soft ears
that, though I was never alone-
I have been lonely
all these years.

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