Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Updated: May 24, 2020
The heart is lost, the damning void,
the song of spirit has flown.
Through passing of seasons, devoid
of life, it will linger ever unknown.
Echoes of memory have shadowed the past
with notes of discord I’d scarcely heard.
The thoughts of a love that was never to last
for I could not whisper the words.
Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Copyright © 2004, 2019
Written in 2004, Later appeared in "Facets" 2019
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