Ashes of Love
I have no reason to remember,
Was it May or late September?
Oh how years have fluttered fast
Fleeting glimpses of the past.
Jagged stubble, splintered posts
Leaving only cindered ghosts
Once my heart so brightly beating
Then with fires of love retreating.
Oh it was so long ago
When my heart was broken so.
Even now I don’t recall
The color of her hair at all.
Only phantoms pass me by
Of the blueness of her eyes
And the way my heart would sing
But now is now and that was then.
----William Stroud
----William Stroud
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