Closer to being right here
than cast out of memory
the scent of early summer
brought you back.
There among the tombstones
a small resurrection.
"Love never dies" you said
"but lies here waiting".
It's too soon to mourn
for what we've never lost.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
Closer to being right here
than cast out of memory
the scent of early summer
brought you back.
There among the tombstones
a small resurrection.
"Love never dies" you said
"but lies here waiting".
It's too soon to mourn
for what we've never lost.
