Three Small Words Poem by dino evans

THREE SMALL WORDS

The days pass by before me now, but all are dark and cold...
I find my eyes cannot see through the tears..
I reach into the envelope, again just to unfold...
A letter written long ago in years...

I was just a young man, and she was just a girl...
Our time together lasted, but a while...
Though time is just a man made thing, to help the years unfurl..
It doesn't dim the memory of her smile..

Those days so long ago, seem so fresh still in my mind...
But every now and then I need to know...
The words placed there on paper, that were written, of the kind...
That tell me things that she would always show...

In days of summer warmth, and nights of cool pale moon...
The letter brings these things all back to me...
In years of happiness, that all ended much too soon...
These crying eyes can read, what used to be...

I unfold the old and yellowed paper, gently in my hand...
To just remember eyes that used to shine...
Her scent, loving embrace, the nights still sometimes can...
Take me back into a softer time...

But time can dull the senses, alone can steal the days...
To cut, and tear the memories in two...
So every now and then, I again, must read these words...
The three small words she left me, ' I love you'.....

dean evans 7- 11 -08