When so many songs on the airwaves speak of love lost
found in the quietest regions of our mind,
let only our silence remind us all what love might be.
Tonight I would think about her in the softest light
to see the gleam in her eyes
evening stars would be our twilight
that passionate tale we told one another.
I sometimes will openly crucify myself for letting my heart
steal only the strength of my soul
when pulled together
I haven’t any way to ever relive the magic
once the candle has swallowed its wick.
I did love you that part is true and everyone I know
will always see when in a glance, eyes remind us of you.
© Thom Amundsen 6/2021
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