Posted: 9/11/16 at 9:24pm
The Song of the Lost
I'll take the touch of his lips,she said
I'll take the touch of his hair.
But all she has is a photograph of an unsuspecting stare;
So she pins it up by the lampposts
And she tells herself he's lost;
For this is the price of destruction
-this is the hell of the cost.
We cannot forget out loved ones
We do not forget our friends
Til time itself be over and every friendship ends.
I will always hold on to hope, she says,
I will never give into despair.
But she misses the touch of his lips, his smile,
She misses the smell of his hair.
Neil Gaiman