We never really met
Many feelings were expressed
One picture is all, yet
Was it real or just reminisced

A card here and there
Would arrive in the mail
My only other evidence to declare
Was her voice, the rest veiled

Try as I may to convey
How much she is missed
Fleeting, dancing in delay
Of two hearts lost in the midst
 
Was there an urgency
To this thing called love
Or will it always be in infancy
Probably more neglectful of
 
Faced with the thoughts of moving on
Then reaching for a life to hold on to
Deep inside is the color of dawn 
The same place as the pain that's blue
 
This may be the last of these
It's broken into many pieces
And all that may come with this breeze
Was once lost, yet it now increases
 

by Gary Hodges

Background by Gary Hodges