All I have left is a faded memory of you. What went wrong with friends like you and I. We shared so much, the laughter, the warm touch. Each day goes by and still I dont understand just what went astray. I try to forget all that we shared, trying to get the hurt to go away. I hear a song and I am reminded of you. Even though I may never hear your voice again, I still feel the whispers when the soft spring winds play against my bared skin.

If I could but see one last time your eyes dance the way they use to when I came into a room. To see a smile play against your face, to listen with you for the sounds of beauty that we once shared. How I wish that just one of those precious moments that we shared could be a reality again.

If I lay here very still, eyes closed to the world, the faded memory starts to focus into a world of beautiful color, I can reach out and hold you close, feel the warm softness that is you. For a brief moment the beauty that we shared blossom's and fills my soul, like all the flowers of spring. I am transported back in time each day peeling away to I stand by the golden shore with you one last time. The memory may fade away, I may forget the sound of your voice, the softness of your touch but I will never forget you.