My heart aches, as I sit here
Wishing you were, within the grasp
Of my Empty Embrace
I stare, At these empty arms
A tear at the brink
Of it's edge
Rolls gently down my face
I search for you
Within the endless
Corridors of my mind
Towards infinity
Searching for the taste
Once more
Of the softness of your lips
I once knew
When I was
So deeply in love with you
Please, I beg of you
On bending knees
Don't allow my memories
Of your loveliness
Fade like the ashes
Of a dying ember.
sometimes only the ashes of memories is all that's left ... we must try with all our hearts to prevent this from occuring by keeping the amber glowing within out eyes ...
Now you have me in tear....What is it with this "thingy" called tears...geeez they run wild {snapping my finger} just like that!!
Must be the age thingy I guess!!
torturing memories can be hell and most often are. I loved this one. I could set it to a gracefull dance and then we could both experiance your sorrow. Thank you for sharing today.
Luv, Sylkie
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Awesome write William.
Lisa
Well done, my friend.
emotionally powerful poem ...
Must be the age thingy I guess!!
Oh Your write did stir the "tearpot" good now!!
Love Tinka {:
Reindeer
Luv, Sylkie
Terrific writing, William!
Gina