Living With Yesterday

Small pink tufts lace the lavender sky,

The whippoorwill sings his dirge…

And suddenly I began to cry.

I still hear her voice as it whispers in my ear.

I still feel her hand upon my heart…

I feel her praying away my silent fear.

I see her, and I smell her in everything.

I tried to run from her very presence.

Yet, I can still hear her at night softly sing.

I stopped by to see her this morning just to talk.

“Baby, you know I will always love you, but I’m dying.

I’m dying without you…please, please let me go”.

I wanted to hear her…I wanted her to speak softly to me.

Yet I heard nothing, nor did I fell any release.

I want to let go I thought as I drove home.

I want to live again…I want to love, and belong.

So now I stand beneath the tall pines of yesterday’s dreams.

My heart still weeps, my soul still in the silence cries.

I either let go AND live, or I hold on to what was, and slowly die.

I know…oh how I know…It is only by GOD that I can again be free.

I still miss you baby….

J. Allen Wilson © 8/27/2009****9/7/2008

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