I am left with the shadows of your memories ~ the whispers of our past
In subtle shades of grey, they weave their silent song
in places where you no longer belong

The journal of our memories have yellowed with age
from tears that fell upon each page
A story created with a wilted love that ended all too soon
Our walk took a different turn on a craggy road
when you sold your soul to the world for nickels and dimes

Your love was a dying ember ~ never a burning fire
The words of passion you never knew ~ never learned
The taste of true devotion you could not embrace
leaving my heart so unsatisfied, so in need of truth
It left my spirit feeling like dried clay on the desert’s floor
with my weakened soul pulling down it’s shade
Forgotten - left alone…
like a feather fluttering aimlessly in the wind