OLD LOVE

The room it is empty
Your sweet perfume now old
The tears are dried
Your heart it is cold.

The dress that you wore
Drapes over a chair
Your coat in the hallway
The only sign you were there.

The hours have grown
The moments move slow
Of a woman I loved
Now I let go.

Yet memories cling
Like raindrops upon
The glass of the window
Your smile that once shone.

Your half naked shadow
Your footfall petite
Sometimes travels the walls
Noise from the street.

An echo, a thought
A road from the past
That we two did travel
A shadow is cast.