Alone now, she lives in her dreams
stuck in the world she used to know
softened by those broken sunbeams
she whispers goodbye and hello
Stuck in the world she used to know
memories of love and loss and war
She whispers goodbye and hello
missing her love, her troubadour
Memories of love and loss and war
her constant companion, it seems
Missing her love, her troubadour
She lives in her dreams, in her dreams
photo: Pixabay
prompt: #NovemberFalls18
Writing and Reflections 
It is tragic when our best companion is our memories.
Poignant, beautiful write.
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Thank you. This was a sad one to write because i can imagine all the people in this situation.
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resonated with the loyalty ( from bygone days ) carried faithfully over the years…a poem for those who lost their loves…..
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Yes! Thank you
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