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





