The Fairy Tale
Misty recollections
of an autumn long
since passed, when
September meant
you were coming
Where leaves changing
made me smile with
renewed hope
Now, like the rustling
of leaves, your voice
swirls through my
memory, fading in the sun
And yet another
September, another
year, another lifetime
has come and gone
and still, you aren't here
Your absence is
like a mountain,
yet your presence
is still felt, for I know
once upon a time,
in a kingdom far
away, lived a princess
and her prince...
Lynn West
(c) 2012
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