The days pass by before me now, but all are dark and cold
I find my eyes cannot see through these tears
I reach into an envelope, again just to unfold
A letter written long ago in years
I was just a young man, and she was just a girl
Our time together lasted , but a while
Though time is just a man made thing, to help the years unfurl
It doesn't dim the memory of her smile
Those days so long ago, seem so fresh still in my mind
But every now and then I need to know
The words placed there on paper, that were written of the kind
That give me what her heart, cannot now bestow
In days of summer warmth, and nights of cool pale moon
The letter brings these things all back to me
The years of happiness, that ended far too soon
These crying eyes can read, what used to be
I unfold the old and yellowed paper, gently in my hand
To just remember eyes that used to shine
Dreams revisit those nights, and I still sometimes can
Recall a long ago, and softer time
But time can dull the senses, alone can steal the days
To cut and tear my memories in two
So every now and then, I again must read these words
The three small words she left me, " I love you".....

Dean Evans
7- 11 -08