It all comes back to me now
This time accompanied with pain
She showed me a sleeping angel in the dark
In a house up on Strawberry Lane
She tried to tell me what was hers was mine
A hidden message in between the lines
It never faded but got lost in time
Shame on her for playing with minds
Words and faces all through the years
Told this angels story that she never knew
Left alone to face her fears
With hints of doubt of what was true
A stranger on the floor
Left over from the night before
She remembers as she left her door
Just a stranger and nothing more
Ditto what Michelle said. Thomas, you never fail to amaze me with your sense of rhyme and rhythm. Love exists in this poem, but it's a sad love, unfulfilled. And as I read it, I hoped for a different ending, knowing it wouldn't happen.
~Chelle~