5/18/2019

Spoils of the century.
I twirl my finger in the ash that was left behind in this place.
And we've had so many memories.
I reminisce in the grandeur that is held within these walls.
You said that just beyond those hills, past the sea is where you would be.
And I fell for the way you spoke to me.
I danced and laughed and never felt so free when you were close to me.
I saw angels from far beyond surround me.
But when I hear this song, A slow ballad that heals even the ones most in need.
I no longer see traces of the pain.
My concerned friends have once more started smiling at me.
And I now take a walk to and from all alone.
I have taken back this Roman heart and hide it no more.
I wonder if these evenings are for reflecting?
Once more seeing the world though rose colored glasses.
You've been away for so long my darling, and I never stood more tall and proud.