:: HE HOLDS THE KEY ::

I have prayed for the memory to fade,
to remove the sorrow of losing him
to forget my emptiness..

But the truth be known, that spark
that began to glow in my heart
a duo ago, burns just as brightly
today, even though he has traveled
upon his way

I no God answers prayer, and is the
reason my memory still thrives..
It feeds upon soul, filling me each
day with remembrances of delight
and in a way eases the pain
until the night ..

Yes I remember, things not to be.
The scent and the beauty of the
face I did not touch, but caressed
so gently with my heart.
. Forgotten to all
but me, but just a few of the things
that I am able to touch to remind
me that it was real and not just
a fading dream...

Dreams still belong to me, yes my
memories are mine to keep
And when tucked away and all alone,
my dream returns and we romp and
play and love and laugh, the difference
being, I know is not the truth but
left over from my visions of the past...

No one can touch the places where
my memories are kept, For they are
locked in my heart and only ONE
holds the key and he knows not..

I refuse entrance to all that try.
You may enjoy my company, you might
even share a smile, but each is
warned, you will never reach inside..
For that space is his alone and none
can compare, No one can replace the
One that is dwelling there...

Cherry Bomb
08-22-06