The sweet melody of love fills my heart
But it is she that fills my soul
Like some lost words torn from the pages of life
Piece by piece they crumble in- between my fingertips
And fly free from my hands
Then shatter into a thousand pieces at once
Like a delicate glass broken by the fury of life
All my dreams have been taken from me
And I am holding on to something that no longer exists
A neurotic burst of energy keep the flame burning in my heart
But somehow I know the sad truth
Day after day I wait by the phone but it never rings
I run for the mail like a child on Christmas morning
But there is nothing there except a cold steel empty box
Of erstwhile seclusion
One day bleeds into the next
And I convince myself that she will be back
But that day never arrives
Her image slowly drifts from my mind
Like a camera lens in and out of focus
And still this impossible pain
Burns violently in my heart
I am a young man that has turned old overnight
The years fly by like leaves
Trying to escape the oncoming winter wind
Until one day I look in the mirror
And my reflection tells me
I am old
And alone
Without her..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
