Echoes of good times Swayed by the colours of your past Today is full of those memories I wonder at tomorrow's uncertainties Pillows have felt my cries Soaked my tears and kept my head in awful comfort The bed still honours your body shape The cock crowl is an alarm to another miserable day time has become slow and night comes fast When shall I behold your face again? Shall I hear your Loud thunderous voice again? Our home has become a lonely land Every corner leaves a trace of your being The dogs bark in agony and the pictures on the wall argue restlessly Ah! your departure is death itself! How long shall I tarry?! Why didn't you take me with you.? Take me or forever hold your jolting silence! CATALEABONEZ
Be the charm in your world