Nothing

The ghost of love, pure and bright,
A passion that held us close at night,
Now lost within the mists of time,
And with it, your trace, no longer mine.

Hundreds of searches, all in vain,
And smoky thoughts that cloud my brain.
Bold attempts, a reckless chase,
But childish games we can’t retrace.

I tried with all my strength to find,
A way to bring you back, rewind.
But now I see, the truth is clear,
The beautiful game we played is gone, my dear.
 
26.02.1995
8:30