In the heat of summers past
beneath what never was to be
I find the memories at last
of distant days of jubilee

The brush strokes clear for all to see
in paintings bright and bold
Of yester you and yester me
before the winter came so cold

When someday seemed forever off
on easy days we thought were hard
While heartfelt moments hung aloft
afloat in absent disregard

I brush your cheek again at last
and shed some tears for distant thought
Of what could have, but now is past
and what should have been but now is not

With no strength remaining here
I pretend I do not know
Someone that was to be so near
but instead was forced to go

To place beyond my reconcile
a distance measured not by mile
But broken hearts and memory
and hard to recall absent smile

I place the flowers
with fake understanding there upon
The ground where I remain for hours
and you have from now gone

With broken spirit I remain
For I shall never feel again
You presence nor your touch
though I call for it so much
Eternally.