Memories

I whisper out to my old friend

and the darkness whispers back

It speaks to me of memories

glances of the past to when 

you touched my arm

and for hours...

                            all night long

your scent would linger on

and the passion would burn

in return

for showing my soul.

We'd talk of growing old

of staying through rain and cold

for hope of days glistening gold...

And now I whisper out

                                         to my old 

                                                            friend

and the darkness

                               has

                                      no

                                           e n d

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

Good work here. I know what its like to have memories flood of loves past. The emotion in this piece is great. It is very well written.

[Sergei]

Thank you so much :) I appreciate it.