So many unspoken words,
the silent moments together
are what I seem to remember.
The dark still of the night
makes me wish with all of my might
that you hadn't taken flight.
It was too late when you came back.
I had already grieved
as deeply as a broken heart could.
The memories then of us are seen
like flashes on a movie screen.
Am I destined to come unraveled
from this lonely road I've traveled?
By Bonnie Gail Carter