She still comes around, Every now and then, Neither old or young, Never to be tired!
She is not like herself But I can recognize her When she beckons me One step much closer!
I still can smell The scent of her soft body And envision the magic Of her striking beauty!
This home is empty Without her presence And only memories remain Of great moments shared!
Now, feeling very lonely Knowing that again, We will be back together But in another place!
Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2017 New York City
(*) Revised (*) Image by Google & www.imikimi.com