What Is It?

What is it that makes a memory linger,
that won't allow it to ever fade?
Was it the soft caress of her fingers,
or was it the beautiful love that we made?
What is it that won't allow pain to subside,
that has left me hurting internally?
Was it watching her walk out of my life,
or is it knowing she'll never come back to me?
What is it that makes love lose it's light,
Prohibiting it from ever shining the same?
Was it the countless lonely nights,
or did you just grow tired of the games?
What is it that leaves me incompleted,
never allowing the pieces to place?
Was she truly that much a part of me,
or have all the pieces been misplaced?



Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 13:41

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