Being alone with my memories is more of a curse because I lived through so many romantic relationships, and my heart aches from missing all of those times and lovers. Yes, they were wonderful and so romantic, like living in a novel or movie. Now? Emptiness and no loving touch to start each day. I fear I will live out what time I have left like this.
Maybe it was all a dream, and I thought it was real?
I still love and miss her after all these years; my heart longs for her still as I think about her. This song describes that time perfectly:
Gordon Lightfoot's song says it best: Softly
Softly she comes,
Whispers the breeze with her passing.
In secret love she is laughing.
Softly she comes in the night.
Softly she sighs,
Sweetly she lies, never sleeping.
Her fragrant soul in my keeping,
Softly she comes in the night.Down the darkened hall,
I hear her footsteps on my stairs,
And she is in my arms once more.
Softly she goes,
Her shining lips in the shadows
Whisper goodbye at my window.
Softly she goes in the dawn.
Softly she goes in the dawn.