And I left my memories to be with you,
And although my fingers still stroke these keys
You walk a same yet different path, anew.
Without anothe rword you slip away,
Silent as that summer breeze, and as soft.
And if I called for you, you'd still not stay,
Yet fail not to send those old hopes aloft.
That shade of blue can still coax me to smile -
Can't deny a love, never abating.
May no day pass 'thout pause to think awhile
Of you, friend, for whom I am still waiting.
This ache is your echo - it'll fade one day,
But no tears of mine shall ever wash your prints away.
(c) Lishesque
12:33 am Monday 6 October 2003