Gone


Where do I find,

The face that has skipped my mind.

It scares me to feel,

Like your memories someone did steal.

Is it me....

Am I losing my mind.

Or is it all fading along with the time.

I think of you often....

I think of all that has happened....

I think of a time when all was fine.

Gone, gone, gone,

It is all gone.

                           ©1999 Victor Stetter