He was asked,
"What is it you truly want?"
He said, "To hold her once more."
And love's sorrow sings a saddened tune
as he walks those streets
of memories all echoing
her name,
the song of her imprinted
deep upon his soul,
sweet melody he will
never forget.
Remembering when Eros
stormed through,
waves of passion crashed,
hearts ablaze in the
ever flame, now but an
ember dying...
That fiery longing laps
a grey sky once blue,
beneath the billowy
fog, misty remnants
of an angel's goodbyes.
Now he lies disconsolute
in shadows,
awaiting the break that
grants relief,
eyes searching the sky,
he walks those streets
of memories as one
thousand doves caged
beg release.
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~SpiritedAway1981~
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