Love Does Not Always Last Forever-sometimes We Step Over Graves
Posted by admin on 07/19/08 in Arts and Entertainment
He slipped from my shadow
from my heart
and that afternoon I knew a different shade of moaning
a different sound of sadness.
It had always been so soft
I never listened till he was gone.
I heard a call
past my reason
I was told he had left alone
Echoes of voices
entwined
I missed my chance.
Yet
I am no fool
another voice slipped into the pages
of a well traveled moon
a voice that used to be mine.
Some sort of message
intended to bring solace
fell from my hands.
All I could do was watch
as it landed on the pebbles
he had once walked on.
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