Somber Memoir
Amanda Nizam

When I’m feeling low and sad and blue
I sit alone and sigh and think of you
And in the sky I see a dove
And I remember your warmth and love
Wanting to see your beautiful face
Wishing to feel your captivating embrace
Desiring to be again the ripe age of nineteen
Contended least with the vast time passed in between
Yet through those years beguiled
Suddenly in my mind I reminisce how you smiled
Then my eyes begin to trickle
Like you did when you were lamentable
For remembering those harrowing days for which you felt nonchalance
That then I realize that you are the only one who in those atrocious days
Could ever cure my daunt

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