This Time Last Year
Lost in the mist the street lights below
gave no real comfort, just a cold eerie glow.
He sat by the window awaiting a call
or the echo of footsteps along the dark hall.
All sound was muffled his ears didn’t hear
celebrations in progress, laughter, good cheer.
Dressed in his finest for this New Year’s Eve
alone in his room, just needing to grieve.
A year since it happened their love torn apart
one fatal car crash, one broken heart.
The light caught a tear, as his ear caught the sound
the door opened slowly and he turned around.
She entered the room, what a beautiful sight
in a little black dress she’d bought for the night.
From a distance he saw her beauty and grace
but anguish and sorrow were etched on her face.
Caressing his photo with soft finger tips,
a kiss on the glass from ruby red lips.
As she walked by her fragrance was strong
stirring the memories from where they belong.
He knew just to touch her would be so divine,
was she a ghost or a trick of the wine?
A spectre, a vision, a trick of the light
the love that he’d lost on that last New Year’s night.
He cried as she faded from out of his view
him in his wheelchair, lonely and blue.
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
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