Forgotten yesterdays, serve to frame
The picture of you, that drives me insane
For candlelight sparkles its ember, deep in the night
As I bathe alone tonight, and remember, forgotten yesterdays
I know you are there, my heart and soul calls out for you
Screams inside with a horrific cry, and as I die, I remember…forgotten yesterdays
Words written with compassion, does very little to offer condolence
To a slow painful mourn
No matter how much they fashion, your picture, is tattered and torn
Each night like tonight, another memory is born,
For I remember…forgotten yesterdays
Oh how I wish you peace, may you never feel this feeling
Alone as you too look at the embers, of candle light, at night, this way
And remember…forgotten yesterdays
But somehow I feel you just may, remember too like I do in dismay
This picture of us, and our…forgotten yesterdays
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...what more can I say? That poem was so full of emotion and pain...The kind of thing where at the end you have to remind yourself to breathe again.
Thank you
All these years later, I thank you for your compliment