Saturday, 11 January 2014

Memories of Me

Why when I call your name
Do you turn away as if you do not hear me
I leave no footprints where I walk
No fingerprints on all that I touch
No echo to my voice
No fragrance to my garden
No warm summer breeze caresses my face

My photograph brings you only tears
But why weep, I am here beside you my love, just a whisper away
Shapeless faces call to me from the shadows
But I will not follow, for tonight like many others before
I will lay with you as you sleep
Listening to your dreams
Your memories of me


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