O uneasy memories, <br />Wind breezing through the trees; <br />Lonely times again are here, <br />I thought you'd care. <br /> <br />Love is like a growing breeze, <br />Some get lost others it frees; <br />I see your past everywhere, <br />Wounding like a spear. <br /> <br />I won't beg and I won't please, <br />Even try to make up peace; <br />Even though you were quite dear, <br />Through our loving years.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/38-ffrom-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
