A Moment

Wistful, lovelorn she lays anticipating love,
Restlessly she recalls memories once part of,
Desolated, abandon feels the night,
Longing for that touch that was once right,

Whispers softly the voice of her past,
Tears falling as she morns at last,
Standing strong she lets go of it now,
Relieving the sorrow, she now allows.

Silently, weeping her heart filled with sorrow,
Images, scintillated broken is her soul,
Wiping, the tears that threatened to take control,
Wanting comfort, yearning to change tomorrow.

Drifting, restless but now asleep,
Haunted by her love he appears in her sleep,
Happy is that moment which seems so real,
Tender kisses she can now feel.