Can't Let Go by Adrian CalhounAll alone under the faint stars, standing in the chill of Octobers midnite air. I hear you calling my name.
Your laughter rings in my ears. The scent of V05 in your hair is fresh, I can feel your breathe close to me.
Tears of joy fill my eyes, an almost believable false anticipation grows. Bitterly salting my lips, tears of sorrow fall.
Just out of reach, not clearly within my sight, I see your face. I know it is your face!
I can sense your prescence. At this very moment, you are here with me.
I know this is not real. For some reason, I keep refusing to let you go. 10/06/2002 Author's Note: I love and miss my mother. Earlier in the night before I wrote this on Oct. 6th, I swear she was present as I stood on the front lawn just admiring the night sky. Strange feeling, but it was real.
Posted on 11/06/2002 Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun
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Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/06/02 at 01:13 PM A beautiful tribute to your mother. You continue the grieving process which is perfectly normal. The memory of her poignant and precious. She will always be "real" in your heart and mind. Blessings, Que |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/08/02 at 04:48 AM Sounds pretty dang real to me Adrian. I'm sure your mother has read...sensed this no matter where she is now. Rock On both of you! |
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