Benedicta
Q. Ruiz
introspection...
i must seek the still hours
of the night
when all alone i reach for
the sweet
tender memories of days that
have gone
and left heavy imprints
behind.
i grasp the depth of their
meanings
only to feel a sudden need
for your presence
but there is no more you
to see and hold.
where now are the glances we
used to see in each others'
eyes
and the words of love aired
at the break of dawn
or on a misty midnight?
a sad refrain is all that is
left for reminiscing.
gone too is the ecstasy of a
love,
young love which was once
hours,
it vanished with longings
and regrets.
in solitude i must live
to be neat you in my
thoughts
perhaps to hope for another
love
but could there be another
you?
if the unhurried years shall
find me alone
it will still be you that i
love
as i loved you then and and
still
love you now.
Benedicta Q. Ruiz
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