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Echoes of time
Through the echoes of time I heard you,
Indistinct, but I knew you were there,
I could feel you nearby, in my heart, in my mind,
So welcome, yet oh so unfair.
Every night I lay waiting to hear you,
A whisper no matter how faint,
I don't know where you are, but I hold out my arms,
And I wait, and I wait, and I wait.
I know that you've gone and I'm lonely,
It might all be a game that I play,
But sometimes at night, I know that I'm right,
You do try to say you're OK.
Our lives were not what we'd hoped for,
Too short by a half and a day,
You were gone oh so fast, and still I can’t grasp,
Why God had to take you away.
© Joseph G Dawson