Her Lingering Memory Poem by Joe McIntyre

HER SPIRIT STILL LINGERS HERE 6/1/12


SHE'S NO LONGER HERE, AND WILL NEVER RETURN.
BUT I STILL SEE HER HERE, THAT IS MY CONCERN.

I SEE HER OFTEN, RIGHT HERE IN MY HOUSE,
MAKING COFFEE OR IRONING A BLOUSE.

SHE'S IN THE BATHROOM FIXING HER HAIR,
I KNOW SHE'S GONE, YET I SEE HER THERE.

SHE'S IN THE FRONT ROOM WATCHING T.V.
OR SITTING AT THE TABLE, TALKING WITH ME.

THERE'S HER CAR, PARKED IN THE GARAGE,
BUT LIKE WATER ON THE HIGHWAY,
IT'S JUST A MIRAGE..

Late at night while starting my dreams,
I feel her close, so real it seems.

Face to face, in a Loving embrace.
My love for her grows, at a steady pace

I watch her sleep, while next to me
I feel her warmth, was this meant to be?

and when I awake, and she's not there
It's a feeling that is, so hard to bare.

MY HEART IS HURT, AS WELL AS MY SOUL.
UPON MY HEART, IT'S TAKIN IT'S TOLL.

HER SPIRIT LINGERS, I WISH IT WOULD NOT.
MY HEART IS SHATTERED, AND STARTING TO ROT.

I GAVE HER MY ALL, I PAID MY DUES
but it brought me to ruin, and drinking booze.

SILVER WINGS WAS THE NAME OF OUR SONG,
BUT THAT WAS THEN, AND NOW SHE'S GONE.

I WISH I LIVED WHERE IT RAINED EVERYDAY,
THE RAIN WOULD WASH MY TEARS AWAY.


NO ONE COULD SEE, THE HURT THAT I FEEL,
WHAT WILL IT TAKE, TO MAKE ME HEAL?

I THOUGHT SHE LOVED ME, I THOUGHT IT WAS REAL.
BUT LOVE AND DEVOTION, SHE DOES NOT FEEL.

I OFFERED MY LIFE, MY HEART, MY VERY CORE,
NOW MY HEARTS BEEN SHATTERED, BY THE CLOSING OF A DOOR.


JoeMcIntyre