Memory does no justice
When time comes; fades the lines
A face so dear and dominant
Fades back into mind.
Falling through my fingers
Burned to ash and gone
Whirling into dark and grey
After much too long.
Gone and so with joyousness
Fleeting far away
I'd give the world to have them back
But pain to have them stay.
I cannot begin to grasp
All of what I've lost
I've let this slip away from me
At much too high a cost.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Memory does no justice
When time comes; fades the lines
A face so dear and dominant
Fades back into mind.
Falling through my fingers
Burned to ash and gone
Whirling into dark and grey
After much too long.
Gone and so with joyousness
Fleeting far away
I'd give the world to have them back
But pain to have them stay.
I cannot begin to grasp
All of what I've lost
I've let this slip away from me
At much too high a cost.
