by Susanna Hargreaves
Sometimes I search the shadows,
For the memories seem to linger just here and there.
During the briefest moments,
a cold breeze will softly blow-
or was it you who caressed my hair?
Then just as simply,
Something will remind me what we shared
what is true
what is barely left of you
Then I hear it,
a familiar whisper
and your love will come back through
Like a hope chest filled with treasures
so safely tucked away
Finger tips gently wrap them for another lonely day
The past is really not that distant
You are there-
I only have to close my eyes
How many times will I remember?
Will your memory stay alive?
You haunt me like an old ghost story
Again
I touch your dried flowers
pressed on a fading yellow page
Delicate, beautiful and fragile
Loving words
Reread over and over
with the wind,
in the moonlight
and rain.
About the Author
Susanna Hargreaves is a writer and educator from New Hampshire. You can read more about her here.
©2009 Susanna Hargreaves
