I'd appreciate the angel more <br />If she'd stolen the memory with the man. <br /> <br />I can just see- <br /> <br />No distant glares at our places; <br />The pallisades and tennis courts, <br />The road at 3 AM. <br /> <br />No blood drawn lip at pictures, <br />No pounding on the mirror. <br /> <br />A shadow space of air at every anger... <br />A look-away at every laugh... <br /> <br />In place of memory, a sunlit lake- <br />A time I stood in thought... <br />With no idea of what was lost forever. <br /> <br /> <br />(This poem was written by Alexander Eichen)<br /><br />Bob and Alex Eichen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-142/