the ghost of a lover from the past surround's me
softly in a hushed whisper she ask's do you remember
when ?
taunting me with forbidden secrets that only lovers know
I'm forced to watch once again time passing slowly by
as seasons change like movie scenes
the good
the bad
the end
her voice echoing from the darkness in my mind
leaving me with vague images of when I felt the
most alive
how I ache for the younger years
when I had no fear
when I would of done it all over again
~ D Donner ~