The Unforgettable

The Unforgettable

Tis the end of the year and I look back,

not on one, or two, but on all of them in fact.

Each year I look for what I never find,

and with each passing year I lose a part of me, am I losing my mind?

In came a ghost, a ghost that haunts my soul,

a ghost that I fear I'll never escape, even as my body gets old.

Sneaking into my world, with the sound of a ring,

showing me something so sweet, I wish I'd never known such a thing.

With a power untold,

a power that I watched unfold,

the power of an angel washed over me,

and forever since it left I have dreamed of thee.

Twas the timing of past lives that tore us apart,

leaving me with nothing but your face to remember, a grand piece of art.

Twas the one time in life I felt completely hole

because if there was ever a time in my life, it was then I found the other half of my soul.

The years go by realizing what could have been,

feeling like the world has committed onto me, one massive sin.

How many must I endure,

missing something so pure?

First one, then one hundred, each face incapable,

hoping that someone would erase you face, inescapble.