People ask me
When exactly
I saw the flame in your eyes
Burn out.
To them I say,
“Oh perhaps it was just yesterday.”
A momentary lapse
No doubt.
They do not know
How I saw the pain grow
How your movements
Grew slow.
I watch your smile wilt,
Swallowed all the guilt.
All the feelings HERE,
Nothing to show.
We mourn for the happy times,
Oh, to bring back the light in your eyes!
To hear the music of your laugh!
No sound.
People ask me
When exactly
You will come
Around.
To them I say,
“What was lost, can be found.”
Hidden Jules 