Poem: Afternoon of Love
Afternoon of Love
The voice that sang to me during those beautiful summer days now remains silent in the stillness of the afternoon.
The loneliness of those afternoons without love now creeps up to me.
The quiet footsteps were wonderful when you walked into my life.
Those beautiful summer days, hand in hand, we walked along the roads of love.
They bring back many memories, but now you’re gone.
The memories now slowly die away.
What will life be like without you beside me?
What will tomorrow end with when there’s no one beside me?
What’s left when I can never look you in your eyes and tell you how much I love you?
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