You are not coming back
As the days turn into months
Reaching through the ages
Like a ghost
Who never leaves my soul
In a vision from the past
When I remember
Your story
In the depths of time
Because once you lived here
Your boots rest in the corridor
And your soul wanders my dreams
As echoes of my pain
Inhabiting the world
Of my memories
Posted by erbmoh2
at 10:19 PM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, 23 May 2007 6:53 AM EDT
