green eyes

July 20, 2008 - 10:00pm

As i walk into the room I feel him everywhere
His voice; his cologne on the air
I miss his soft touch and that caressing laugh
that feeling he gave me when he held me tight.

but all I can remember are those green eyes of his; as they looked on me with such perfect love
All i can remember is the love that we felt , the good times the bad ones and all in between

Why am I here in this room all alone
with the memories of his green eyes haunting me so
was his touch not enough or his time spent at home
so why am i here in this room all alone

let me lie on our bed as i drown all my tears
as i remember that touch of those callosed rough hands as they stroked
the skin that was burning for him
The eyes that held me fixed in his glare
was he the devil and I in his snare.

why am i here ..in this room all alone
with the memories of his green eyes haunting me so
was his touch not enough; or his time spent at home
so why am i here in this room all alone

Unfinished I think.
copyright July 20, 2008
Sharon Gaught