Refrain

They say you'll forget the old song, That musical pledge to belong. But traces remain, Its stunning refrain Now weighs on the one left alone. The vibrancy sparkling her eyes Had vanished the day of goodbye. The numbness of shock, A mirror to mock, Reflecting no image of why. Months later, you cried in your sleep, As time grants a final release. To pause and recall The bloom of it all, Two flowers long fallen to seed. Gene Bourne 03-16-14 .

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/14/2014 11:45:00 PM

Hi Gene, this is very deep... much to wonder, the moments, we seem to forget... enjoyed..Linda

Gene Bourne
Date: 5/15/2014 5:32:00 AM

Linda, I will hear a song and remember where I was, what I was doing. For me... music expresses so much of what we can never verbalize and pieces of our life we've forgotten. Thanks for the comment, my friend....... Gene Gene.