Sunday, January 9, 2011

Bygone


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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