December 16, 2011 8.50pm
Like a flash from the blue
It finally drops to mind this decent clue
Why I had these nights of doom and gloom
Was simply because you were no longer with me in the room.
Indeed my pen toiled nightly in distress
Almost to the point of being utterly depressed
Free flowing thoughts with the stroke of my pen
No longer as simple as it was then.
Memories I had of you have since fled
Captured only in dreams while I lay on my bed
Once you whispered your sweet name I couldn’t stop
My fingers from describing your fiery hair lit by a strobe.
On paper we shared the greatest love
You gave more than I could ever dream of
But the one thing you asked in return I couldn’t give
Letting our sacred secret be.
Now we’ve come back full cycle
Without each other we are so vulnerable
So, my dear sweet Calliope
Let our undying love give us hope.
9.09pm
Merci.
