Her voice, resonating softly in my mind,
her image, covering my every reflection.

Remnants of a once blooming rose,
flatenned between blank pages of a book,
where words of love
slowly erased by sorrow soaked tears
once told our story,
lies, with color now faded.

Left only to linger
remains the sweet scent,
of a once thriving love,
thought never to sour.

A potent reminder of things left unsaid,
feelings never expressed,
and heart pushed beyond reach...

Leaving my purpose behind,
my thoughtless, unreserved self,
allows me only to breathe.

another long forgotten past...
more good words from your heart...M.

well, we never truly forget, but we do learn to live with it!

you wouldn't just be tellin' the truth huh?

man I have lived those words you wrote!

good work!

Wow very deep!real nice 44H.Keep up the good work bro.Godspeed!Cybear