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You are the Memory

You are the breath of song

that laughs in my ear

That dissapears when I turn around

Evaporating around my fingers like smoke

falling to the ground like sand

and vanishing in the wind you came with

 

You are the echo of a heartbeat

that just before I fall asleep

resounds in my ears and in my soul

That turns into the gentle ticking of my clock

when I listen too hard to find you

 

You are the warm skin I feel on mine

when I first wake up

When arms can still exist around me

because my dreams haven't yet left

For they are chased away by mornings light

 

You are the smile in the mirror behind my reflection

The one I turn to face

to embrace

The one that is never there

 

You are the feel of a kiss

hot and real against my lips

The feel of goodmorning

and goodnight

and goodbye

 

You are the memory of a lover

You are the one I will never forget

 

You are the reason my eyes rain with the thunder

because you always danced outside in a storm

 

You are the gentle caress I feel on my face

when my tears are wiped away

and the wind whispers to me

"I will always love you"

In perfect imitation of your voice

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j-holloway
Irish
Published
Nov 4, 2010
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