And

November 30, 2015
9:04 pm

And

And when my hands tremble with brittle fingers
And my face no longer holds it silky tone like rose peddles
And when the music from my eyes stops playing symphonies from my heart
And when my feet began to struggle and stumbled upon quicksand of a different path
And when I see you but not recognize the you are my sun and my glow in the moon
And when I forget your aroma I thought I could never live without
And when your fingerprint become a ignored passing breeze
And
Everything fades
Remember
My soul has and will always love you
Before
And

And

After
And

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker