Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Day We Cried



Shafts of light reach heavenward
to where you both once stood
Again you take my breath away
Once more I shed a tear
Years have passed and yet you still
send shivers down my back

I see your spirit getting dressed
Sparkling on a New York night
Prettier than you ever were
She rises on the horizon
Yet she will not stir the soul
For you were once my pulse

On a quiet September morn
Disturbed only by my thoughts
I quietly reflect upon
my memories of you
and our last goodbye
— Once upon a happier time.


— Mark Butkus