In the face of the setting sun,
not too far from the fiery ocean,
I hear a laugh I know so well
was it really there? No one could tell.
Turning a little,
I see a boy
chasing a dog,
face etched with joy.
To ease my mind
I walk some more
Smelling the scent of love
that was there no more.
Then do I remember,
the mem’ry of another soul,
a mem’ry not quite forgotten,
a soul that left a hole.
But the greatest phantom of them all,
is a shadow I do see, there on the wall,
a shadow that had the half of my heart,
bringing me to the past as the world turns to dusk.
Photo by yours truly. ❤