Artwork by Sierak
Midi is "Carrie"
It's always in spring, that
memories come to mind;
flickering candles at midnight,
an old photo, a rose from an
old bouquet, pressed between
pages of a book,
a love poem that speaks words
I did not say before you left.
I sit there on the bench and breathe
the scent of wisteria, as another
day passes,
another day to pretend the shadows
on the wall are you and me as we
used to be, not a wistful
mirage spawned by yearning.
If forgiving was a solution, and
this vigil I keep, while looking
for even a trace of you could
bring you back, would it be
the same?
Funny, how even in my dreams,
I can't remember the color of
your eyes.
copyright April 2002
Judith Anne Labriola
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