Of Loves and the Lost

She calls to me out of time.

A distant voice on the wind.

Or in the dark corners of my mind.

She whispers tales of what we had.

And I �" I weep.

Uncontrollably, I weep.

Her face.

Her lips.

Her skin.

Her scent.

Her touch.

Are forever with me.

But just out of reach.

And I �" I weep.

Here in this wooded Eden I think of her often.

Wish this paradise had one more angel to offer.

Mine.

But no.

And I �" I weep.