The days, nights and all our yesterdays
were filled with love. Then...you, your
soul, melted into anothers. How did that
happen? How was it, I was blind to
love that had been lost?

Now...you are my dreams of the past...
and my ghost of the future.



© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-day-i-weep/