You left
A photograph
Upon my soul
Like faded paper
As I now
Grow old.
An indelible touch
An artists brush
In fading
Daylight
A gentle
Touch.
An angels breath
A calming voice
A tapestry in
Embroided choice
Childrens laughter
Footsteps at play
Giggles in
A cloudless day.
When sunset falls
Darkness replaces light
I sometimes hear
That calming voice
You left
A photograph
Upon my soul
As I grow old.