Something Lingers …

Something lingers about
untouchable, but touching with pain...
Something whispers to me, "Shout!
Scream! Pray, then maybe something will not return Again."

And yet, something always does settle in...
It could be a voice, filled with accents...
Laughter, teasing memories of when
I last heard, I last felt, I last absorbed her scent...

Something sits in the dimly lit room,
Waiting under the dust of time...and fear.
It may be porcelain, or plaster shadowed in gloom,
Something that died in a long ago...so near.

Something that brought a smile...gentle touch
Of joy to have for the memory of a pet,
A gentle touch of love that was, ohhh...is too much
For this something within to let me forget...