The memories I hold of you linger in my head like a phantom, forever haunting my dreams and stealing restless sleep.
Melancholy fills Depths of my soul, hollow shell Emptiness abounds
To strike that ever elusive ember Into existence once again Wrenching me from all-consuming melancholy, Let this hollow spark of mine burn free
The last letter she sent, It called you to the lonely place She once called home It spoke of tender love, sacred things, And promises shared
Phonograph of memories, Play the sacred music of my life