Its been a long time since i'v heard his voice,
with the waves washing his sand covered feet,
as fast as the sea could see...
There are days when i could sit all alone by the coast,
yet hear his voice low and high,
crowds of people often stood by me,
when i recall his silent good-bye...
I still live my life as i'v always lived,
i still feel the first shower of rain,
time has been a near friend of mine,
but smiles...a camaouflagin pain.
Often i dream about the real him,
takin fringes of him from my heart's archive,
i wake up again forgeting them all,
my eyes searching as if he was still alive...
No comments:
Post a Comment