by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm


We used to make sweet memories

but now I’m making none

every time we danced

you always held me tight

but now I hold no one


We spent our days together

but alone at night I cry

waiting for the “Sweet Dreams”

then wake up to the lie


You’ve gone away and left me

but you never had a choice

in my heart I hear you whispering

oh, I love to hear your voice


Sometimes I think I’m crazy

in this fragile state I’m in

but each night I have my “Sweet Dreams”

where we’re back in love again

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

For Martha Toler, widow of My Friend Joe Toler


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