Coming Back


A room full of memories,

All the remembered yesterdays,

A pocket full of absences,

And a need to see your smile,


A tease of faded images,

And scrapbook reminisces,

A hint of what we could have had,

And I thought I saw your smile,


A cup of weakened promises,

And all those wasted tears,

A plate of spent apologies,

And I can almost see your smile,


An air of silent melodies,

Those songs we used to sing,

A whispered lilt of harmonies,

And I’m sure I saw your smile,


A scent of hope is hovering,

An air of flourishing trust,

A sense that you’re remembering,

And I know, I can see your smile.

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