Embrace
Monday, March 24, 2008 x 5:47 AM
A lock of hair falls to the ground
Very gently a tear rolls down
Mirror in front reflects memories from back then
A caress, an endearment, a love letter penned
Far too late I reminisce
Belatedly I realize I miss
The way you would kiss my tresses
And say oh how perfectly gorgeous
But now all is gone
I wake up alone in the dawn
And I can't see through my tears
Nowhere to be found is my solace
Tossing and turning under the sheets
Finally the fog clears between the rhythm beats
Once again I see that face in the mirror
I embrace, like an old friend, the Reaper