I hardly felt your shadow <br />Creeping behind my back <br />The way I used to <br />When days were still longer <br />Than the nights <br /> <br />Seldom I’ve seen your face <br />Confined within the deepest <br />Of my dreams <br />Now I miss the thought <br />Of you just staring <br />Into my direction <br /> <br />As this record starts to play <br />Your words that caused me <br />Heartbreak and pain <br />Calling someone your own <br />Other than my name <br /> <br />Now the rain that flows <br />Into this river of despair <br />Hoping to wash away <br />Everything you left in a trace <br />But still an endless stream <br />Leading back to your memories <br /> <br />But even as I pretend <br />I’m not wounded <br />In this foolish game <br />Your words into a song <br />Keep echoing from deep within <br /> <br />Coz here I sit by the window <br />Waiting for that day <br />When the rain stops falling <br />And I learn to let go your song <br />You unwittingly weaved <br />Into notes of goodbye and forever. <br /> <br /> <br />Marie Joyce Negapatan<br /><br />Marie Joyce B. Negapatan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-song/
