Sitting by myself on a quiet and introspective evening
sipping hot tea in a tea cup holding many memories..
I feel a sense of peace and well being wash all over me..
Nothing to worry… for this moment at least..
Memories come creeping in…as i struggle to surface from their hold
tangible, nostalgia, sweeps me off my feet
of warm caring, of tender desire, love filled moments
Of wanting and being wanted and being second to none
How bright my world was filled with sunshine..
not a cloud on the sky got the sun in my eye..
oh the nearest thing to heaven that I’ll see
the words of this song echoing in my being!!
How could it go so wrong, how could it all be over..
This bitter feeling is still tinged with regret
of longing for what it was and could have been
to grow old beside the only one that ever mattered..
I try hard to recreate this feeling again
as if clutching to a final straw to regain
atleast an essence of what is lost for ever..
but this is such a SHAM…
Should I break free???