 |
Words
The glow of the bonfire
And the feel of the sand
The soft words he said
As he took my hand.
The sound of his voice
And the look on his face
Before he walked away
As he vanished without a trace.
He took me from the party
And the people there
He said that he loved me
I know that he cared.
He left me forever
And I wonder why
I pondered his words
His sweet whispered goodbye.
All poems Copyright © Jaime Cross. All rights reserved.
|
|
