Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Chances

Death suddenly whisked you away like a strong, Summer wind.
Now it's standing firmly, trying hard not to bend.
Fearing that I too will slip out of life's arms.
Afraid of what is to come,
Not wanting to face anymore harm.

Now that you're gone, our lives have all changed.
Every day is different,
Nothing is the same.

I often sit and think of you, remembering the past.
It seems as though you're still here with me,
You just came and went so fast.

There's so much I wanted to share with you, but I kept it all inside.
And now that you aren't here, my chances have been denied.