Evening shadows come again,

I have no choice, they slip on in.

The shadows of the love we shared,

Long ago, when you still cared.

 

Shadows of your loving kiss,

So many things that I miss.

Shadows of hugs exchanged,

Traces of these still remain.

 

Shadows of the happy times,

Come back as I hear the wind chimes.

Oh, these shadows I do hate,

Since you’ve closed, your hearts gate.

 

© October 2002 ~ Janice Jarnagin