The melody floats on the gathering of wings
Of an amazing lost love her broken voice sings.
She plays her tears like a tune long ago,
With each stroke letting a lost memory flow.
Loves broken promises, shattering her heart,
Bits and pieces, pain ripping her apart.
Haunting visions, of the way she used to feel,
At a time when she believed their love was real.
© Cynthia Clark