She's Still Singing

September 24, 2010
You remember her; you have to, you must.
Dried flowers in her pockets; gentle, sweet.
She’d walk behind sunshine, feet in the dust,
The wind was cool, we shivered, our hearts beat.
I was changed; we lay still, silent; new air.
Covered in warmth, coated in autumn’s rain.
There were spices, and colors, feeling; where
People pass, we are blind, minutes remain.
I know her, the whisper of her smile,
The map of her body, eyes gleaming blue.
A memory left to vanish, just a while
Always wanting, wishing, changing for you.
She is gone, lost, far from the beginning.
Listen to the wind, she’s still singing.

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