People ask meWhen exactlyI saw the flame in your eyesBurn out.To them I say,“Oh perhaps it was just yesterday.”A momentary lapseNo doubt. They do not knowHow I saw the pain growHow your movementsGrew 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 backContinue reading “The Slow March”