Words cannot harm now.
Memories of the history
Take their places on the walls,
Each one a different picture
And a unique reminder
In a solemn past
Of a mind, remembering.
Some places still lay bare,
Prepering for occupation
In the future.
There's no "first date" section
Or even a memento
Of a first kiss
For a mind, dreaming.
Staring at the floor,
Continuing along what is left
In the trust that one day
Some of the spaces
Now gathering dust
Will be filled
In a mind, hoping.
Maybe I'll stare forever
But there is always hope,
And so long as I live
It will be my single dream
To hold close the one I love
And to be loved in return. |