Memories

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MEMORIES

 

The day I saw you  go through the door

without a backward glance, without a tear

each autumn leaf reveals the pain I feel.

Each sunset whispers your name through its rays.

Since then, I walk the earth a lone guitar.

Grey  shadows add fatique to my sad heart.

Each reckless breath I draw demands reply.

Youe news! Among the living or the dead?

I try to close the chapters breathing ire.

Yourface, its many moods; relax or tense

combine to make a picture, zoomed in size

forever hangs within my anguish mind.

Sometimes I take it down to clean the dust

and let it shine again in its gold frame.

Your eyes behind the glass , appear a sneer,

a silent disdain for me who still care.

 

Aggie