No longer doth thy words bless me with
Their presence. Yet, with hope filled heart
I still seek them, the beauty that is thee.
I know not why thou hath abandoned me,
Leaving nothing but bittersweet memories
For me to swim through.
Once, there was a time when thy presence
I could feel, as if thee were standing next
To me. Now, as each day passes, I feel
Thyself growing distant. No longer does
Thy soul touch mine on a constant basis,
Only in passing do thee speak to this mind.
I wander, lost and confused, wondering
Where I might have gone wrong. Why
Did thou leaveth me? I weep in the darkness
Of night, with tear stained cheeks turned
Upward to the Moon. To the winds I whisper
Thy name, in hopes that one day thou shalt
Return, I hope one day.
(c) 2003 A Riddle
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Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2003
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