and in the days that are now few nights hold old dreams hope is a vanquished relic the attic fills with the memories of moments that can never be renewed or recaptured I crave the flashes of a long ago lover's smile her touch, her whispers accepting the ache that shadows these moments I summon
I will not let them pass so easily I will hold dear the gift of love the gift of life upon my return and in the days that are now few I speak with ghosts
10/2007 - kept 1st 2 lines and totally revised the rest