From night to day to night again
the clock’s hands grasp illusions.
Love knows nothing of time.
Love knows passion, fever, reaching
for someone to hold onto forever.
Like a sorceress, or prankster witch,
you left your memory in the dark to
haunt me each night when I turn out
the lights. I sleep with ghosts, dream
of you, wake up with shadows.
What went wrong? Who’s to blame?
Why does love fade away, when hand
in hand through good and bad, side by
side through thick and thin,
sharing laughter, joy and pain, you
wake up from a dream and all you
were died that day?