Frank Dracman

Austin TX

Description

When you're old and you look back on the things you've done and the people you've met, do you concentrate on the laughter you shared and the lives you created or are you like me and wish you could go back, change that one thing, make the emptiness go away, that feeling that finds you when you're alone, and I wonder how different my life would have been instead of dreaming of someday I had done the right thing and told you thatday and all the days prior how much you really meant to me. And we could have experienced our triumphs together. If I told you how your face fills my nights and the things which could not be haunt my days and I cry for all the years I have not held you and how the taste of your lips and the smell of your perfume stand etched in my mind in that little corner and I try to hide it away and it finds me, and I'm left with your shadow and an old brass horn, a bent twisted picture of my vision in a white prom dress from so many years ago, the grandfather clock behind you chiming to let me know of the chance I wasted and the future that should have been: gone, and I die a little more knowing that someday will never be and this emptiness I will take with me beyond for I deserve it, I earned it, perfecting the art of my own stupid teenage ideology. I hope you know how much I love you and not a day passes that I don't find your picture, read that letter where you realized you still loved me and I am alone, in my grief and sadness and at the same time so much lost in my dreams of you; I will always love you and SOMEDAY will not outlive my feelings for you