New Mirage Journal

The Me of the Then

When you sit by the window
And see the night fall
As it dances towards you
It is then you recall
The sun on the water
The rain in the trees
The days I was with you
Our love in the breeze
You close your eyes tight
So I will not appear
But try as you might
I am very near
I look at you sadly
No smiles and no laughter
You turn to the wall
And shut out my face
But I am so close
When your days nearly done.
Yes, I will be with you
When you are alone
I’ll make your heart ache
Just a little, you know
It shows that you think
Of me, now and again
When you wished I was with you,
The Me of the then
 

~Jennifer Park