Memories

by Greg Martin

I sit here, all alone

Except for my sweet memories,

Kissing your cherry red lips,

Staring into you emerald eyes...

You're all I can think about

I close my tired eyes

Late into the dark of night

As soon as they close, a window opens

A window into my memories

Which are clouded by your smile

These memories, some old,

Some new, all clouded with

Your cheery face, the sunshine

In my darkly clouded life

With rain pouring all around

Everyday, as I wake beside you,

More and more memories are made

Some sad, some sullen, but

More glad, all I hold dear

My sweet memories of you