After the Love

by The Queen of Spades   Apr 30, 2006


Echoes of your voice
Haunting, my head
The memories of nothing
Fill my heart with dread

For your place has disappeared
Fullness, once complete
You, the joy of life
Now emptiness in me

Every remembered word
Becomes a hot dart of pain
Slowly the grass withers
Under the spot where we'd lain

And so the echo fades
Like the moon after the sun
You have fallen from me
And my dream is done

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