by Janice Eakle

Created on: May 25, 2008

The old kitchen chair
still sits in the sunlight
that beams thru
the small cracked attic window

My many memories of you
come back to my mind
as I see the chair
almost glowing from the suns
beams shinning thru
the small cracked attic window

The memories
the many love thoughts
that I wrote for you
the many envelopes
that I addressed too
the many
that I never sent

Only my beam of sun light
still shines there
as our love is long gone
never understanding
what had went wrong

I write our names
on the desk
in the dust that has settled
over the many years that have passed

Turning and walking away
a tiny tear drop hits the floor
leaving
yet another memory
behind the attic door

Learn more about this author, Janice Eakle.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.