Time is passing inadvertently <br />But to me, the hours seem longer <br />When you are no longer by my side, <br />Making my heart sad and lonely... <br /> <br />I can honestly confess <br />That I can still hear your voice <br />Through the happy birds <br />Singing by my windows <br />Early in the morning <br />And I can still see your smile <br />Stamped in the flowers <br />Of my now saddened garden... <br /> <br />In every clear night, <br />I can see in the Moon and Stars, <br />The clear reflection of your face <br />While finding inspiration <br />In the very scent of your face <br />Still preserved in the pillow <br />That you left behind in my bed <br />When you decided to depart <br />From our nest, for always! ... <br /> <br />A this very moment, <br />I don't have an idea <br />Of your feelings or whereabouts <br />Or in whose arms you find refuge <br />Or in whose lips, you calm your thirst, <br />Neither whose foreign hands <br />Are now re-drawing your soft body, <br />While I am only feeling your caresses <br />Through the soft wind <br />Blowing by my empty dwelling... <br /> <br />Now, fully aware that time <br />Neither forgive or forget anyone <br />When leaving its unreleasable marks <br />On those who dear to defy... <br />I must confess therefore, <br />That I feel young again, <br />Every time I think of you <br />But also, I feel very old <br />Whenever I realize <br />That I am without you! <br /> <br /> <br />©All Rights Reserved-2011<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-confession-3/
