Every night,
Your face
flashes before me,
The endless movie on display
In my mind.
I
reach out,
But the plot is already written and
There will be no
last minute rescue
For you.
I am here,
Still filming the
rest of my years
Alone, wondering why I was given
The tragedy.
Every night,
The film
looses a little more color
And the picture, once so sharp
Is
fading.
It will leave,
The reels empty and the projector
silent,
The only show in town will eventually
Be gone.
The
soundtrack,
Seperate from the film will survive
Long after the
final curtain
Has fallen.
Every night,
I can
still hear your sweet voice
Calling me your "Dan-yel"
and
I weep.
Every night,
I remember you as you were
As
the endless loop plays on ...
For now.