The great void of emptiness returns
My heart recognizes the silent song
Too many miles between us
Words spoken in rash temperament
~ mostly wrong
Once released and irretractable
They echo and reverberate
Reminders of who you thought you were
And a persona you debate
Rude awakenings, seldom welcome
Abruptly jolt you from your dream
Question your faith and hope
Of what was and is and which
~only seemed
Memories replay sad lullabies
Reminders of what was or could have been
Before your heart reasoned itself to limitations
Trapped by the boundaries of if...and...or...when
Sudo Nym September, 2007 All Rights Reserved
nice work...
Art Sun...