Vividly

Vividly empty -
this space inside a heart
where you once dwelt.
(You never even said
goodbye at all.)

Vividly, the night wind sings
through memories
gone lifelessly opaque.
(You never even said
goodbye at all.)

Vividly, the sun burns through
those awesome clouds of gray;
for spring awaits its heartfelt
chance within eternal cycles.
(You never even said
goodbye at all.)

Does hope exist...?
Will love return...?
Do flowers make amends...?
Vividly, I grasp at chance.
For you never even said
goodbye at all...

? Michaelette ?



4/5/2001
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