Not Yet Gone

When the phone rings,
I jump thinking it is you calling,
When Alexander O’neal plays on the radio,
I shudder with warm memories of you,
When the sun is going down,
And the nubile night is inviting herself over,
And the stars are longing to shine,
I am reminded of you,
I think of you,
I long for you,
But I remember that you are gone…

But you are not gone yet,
You are still here with me,
The warm tears of your remembrance,
Rolling down these cheeks is you,
The alluring and mystic scents of the night floating in the air is you,
The sweet and melodious ballads playing in the wind is you,
You are not gone yet,
You are still here,
You are the love in this heart,
You are the grace in this soul,
You will never go away,
You are not yet gone,
I softly whisper to the gentle breeze,
As I quietly place a single stem of a white rose upon your grave…
And think I can feel your warm and soft smile find your welcoming lips…


4 thoughts on “Not Yet Gone

    1. Dear likeasilverlake I am happy because you have read this few words with the heart. I wrote them with the heart and I was afraid that people may read the them with the mind… Thanks for dropping by.

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