Why?

Why
When I close my eyes
Do I see your face?

 

Why
Do I hear your voice
Echoing on the wind?

 

Why
Do you haunt my every waking moment
And visit my dreams?

Can you tell me,
Or is it to remain a mystery?
Is it something more
Than a warm memory
Of a place in the sun?
Or ghost of the past
That was never put to rest?

Reviews

[Hotel Mornings]

The ending is really good. You kind of use familiar images, maybe see if you can come up with another way a voice an echo to you. The reader can really sense the emotion behind this poem. You do a great job captruing it. The end just pins everything down and makes it clear.